Was Christmas Day in the workhouse,
the season of Good cheer,
mens hearts were full of gladness
and their bellies full of beer:
in walked the workhouse master for to decorate the walls,
he wished them MERRY cHRISTMAS;
and they answered back b**LS.
This angered the workhouse master,
who swore by all the gods,
he would stop their christmas pudding,
the saucy lot of s*ds.
Up spake a little pauper,
his face as bold as brass, We don't want your christmas pudding
you can stick it up your **se!