Twas Christmas eve in the harem And the eunuchs all were there Watching the lovely maidens Combing their golden hair. The sultan's voice all hearty Rang out through the hall What'll you have for Christmas boys? And the boys they answered "Balls" This mad the sultan angry And his voice now came in throbs "You'll get no Christmas pudding boys, You bunch of filthy slobs" Up spoke a hearty eunuch with a voice as smooth as glass "You can take your Christmas pudding sir, and stick it up your ass!"
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