We three Kings of Orient are,
Tried to smoke a penny cigar,
It was loaded, it exploded.........

Si-ilent night.....

Circa 1950 in Northwich, Cheshire

Hark the Herald Angels sing,
Beecham's pills are just the thing,
Move you gently, meek and mild,
Two for an adult, one for a child.
If you want to go to heaven,
Just take five or six or seven,
If you want to go to hell,
You'd better take the box as well,
Hark the Herald Angels sing,
Beecham's pills are just the thing.

First four lines reputedly by Sir Thomas Beecham, (it was his family firm!), remainder sung by my Gran, authorship unknown.

FC