It was Christmas day in the cookhouse,
The happiest day of the year.
Men's hearts were full of gladness
And theirs bellies full of beer,
When up stood Private Walters
His face as bold as brass
Saying, "D'you know what y'can do with ya Christmas puddin."
Y'can stick it up y'...
Tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

It was Christmas in the harem,
All the eunuchs were standing round
With hundreds of beautiful women
Stretched out on the ground.
When in strode the big bold Sultan
And gazed round his marble halls
Saying "what would you like for Christmas boys?"
Andthe eunuchs answered
Tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.