It was Christmas day in the workhouse The snow was raining fast A bare-footed girl with clogs on Sat laying on the grass In came the Chief Head warder You'll get no Christmas pud You b***dy, hump-backed b****r I never said you would She ran out into the rain But all in vain They shoved down the s**thouse And pulled the chain! I suppose that my dad cleaned it up a little and over the years the rest of the verses have been forgotten.
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