Twas Christmas Day in the Workhouse
The happiest day of the year
Our hearts were full of gladness
And our bellies full of beer
In came the Workhouse Master
His voice rang round those grimy walls
There's Christmas Pud for you my lads
And we all replied balls
This made the Master angry
He shouted out 'Ye Gods'
Ill stop your Cristmas Pud for you
You dirty lot of ...
Up stood a burly pauper
His face a bold as brass
We dont want you're Christmas pudding
Stick it up your ....
In came the Reverend Tucker
Clear orf you old ...

(London around 1950, I never found anyone who knew the rest)