From my Grandmother - Very like the first one...

'Twas Christmas Day in the workhouse,
The one day of the year.
The paupers' hearts were full of joy
And their bellies full of beer.

Up spoke the Workhouse Master
"To all within these halls,
I wish you a Merry Christmas!"
And the paupers answered, "Balls."

Up spoke the Workhouse Master
And said, "If you're not good
I'll be a lousy rotter
And stop your Christmas pud."

Up spoke the leading pauper
With a face as bold as brass
You can take your Christmas pudding
And stick it up your ass!"