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!"