Twas Christmas Day in the workhouse,
The happiest day of the year.
The paupers' hearts were filled with joy
And their bellies full of beer.
Christmas time, false bonhomie
Get down on your knees to the bourgeoisie
Up spoke the Workhouse Master
";To all within these halls,
I wish you a Merry Christmas!";
And the paupers answered, ";Balls.";
The warden did not like this,
And he shouted ";By the Gods!
You shall have no christmas pudding,
You ungrateful load of sods.";
Up spoke one brave pauper
With a face as bold as brass
"You can take your christmas pudding
And stick it up your arse!"
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