Christmas Day in the Workhouse
orion
The snow was falling fast
When up stood a brave young pauper
His face as bold as brass
He said "You can take your Christmas pudding and
Stick it up your ass.
Anyone know the full version of the above "poem"
I'd be obliged if they would let me know what it is
Dave
Stuart Baldwin
wrote:
>On Wed, 22 Dec 1999 19:10:01 -0000, "orion"
><orion...@keks.virgin.net> wrote:
>
>>I'd be obliged if they would let me know what it is
>
>Doggerel? :)
It's certainly pretty ruff.
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David Entwistle
<orion...@keks.virgin.net> writes
>Anyone know the full version of the above "poem"
>
I guess there must be many versions. The following is from:
http://www.geocities.com/~mspirit/sid16.html
It was Christmas Day in the Work House
The pudding came into view
Currents there were plenty
Raisins there were few
Up stood a brave old warrior
His face as bold as brass
" You can keep your bloody pudding "
" And Stick it up your Ass"
However, I recall some of a longer version. The first few lines of which
were:
It was Christmas day in the workhouse
The festive day of the year
Their hearts were full of gladness
and there bellies full of beer...
This version was told by Jim from Bolton (born 1888), each Christmas for
many years.
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David Entwistle
David Batty
<da...@d-entwistle.demon.co.uk> writes
>In article <83r7rl$h7$1...@news8.svr.pol.co.uk>, orion
><orion...@keks.virgin.net> writes
>>Anyone know the full version of the above "poem"
>>I'd be obliged if they would let me know what it is
>
>The festive day of the year
>Their hearts were full of gladness
>and there bellies full of beer...
The version I read was
It was Christmas day in the workhouse
The one day of the year
When paupers hearts were full of joy
Their bellys full of beer.
David Batty
David Entwistle
<da...@sectorsoftware.demon.co.uk> writes
>The version I read was
>It was Christmas day in the workhouse
>The one day of the year
>When paupers hearts were full of joy
>Their bellys full of beer.
>
Do you recall where you read it?
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David Entwistle
David Batty
<da...@d-entwistle.demon.co.uk> writes
you seemed to be able to get readily at many bookshops.
Some of the other lines from memory were
Then along came the workhouse master
He was a rotten sod
He said ...........................
Or else you'll get no grog.
Ian Barrow
It was Christmas day in the workhouse
The snow was raining fast
And a bare footed lad with clogs on
Stood sitting on the grass
Their was more but I can't remember it
Ian Barrow
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ntaylor
Ian Barrow wrote in message <848hq5$r3h$1...@newsg1.svr.pol.co.uk>...
>The version I remember when I was a lad was :-
>
>It was Christmas day in the workhouse
>The snow was raining fast
>And a bare footed lad with clogs on
>Stood sitting on the grass
>
>Their was more but I can't remember it
>
>Ian Barrow
I took a front seat at the back'
woo...@ecn.ab.ca
I believe the original "'Twas Christmas Day in the Workhouse..." dates
back to the late 1800's, and was written by George R. Sims, a Victorian
comic writer for the music-halls.
I collect that kind of verse: the "Workhouse..." has a original describing
the sad fate of an orphan boy (an Oliver Twist type) who disappears on
Christmas Eve, and whose bones are found in the workhouse soup cauldron
long afterwards. Verdict "Accidental Death".
"...But we all say, and we say it clear,
He was pushed in there by the Overseer."
The "Christmas Day..." version I have seen in print has many oral
variants. The one I've recorded goes:
"It was Christmas Day in the workhouse,
The season of good cheer,
Their hearts were full of gladness,
And their bellies were full of beer.
The pompous workhouse master
As he strode about the halls,
He wished them a "Merry Christmas!"
And the paupers answered "Balls!"
This angered the workhouse master,
And he swore by all the gods
They'd get no Christmas pudding,
The dirty rotten sods.
Then up stood a hardened old pauper,
A veteran of Khyber Pass;
"You can take your Christmas pudding,
And stuff it up your arse!"
It fits very well to the tune of "The Lost Chord".
Another Rugby Club variant is "'Twas Christmas Day in the harem/ And the
eunuchs stood round in pairs/...".
And no doubt there are other versions.
P. H. Wood
Ian Harris
> I went to the pictures tomorrow.
> I took a front seat at the back'
A lady gave me an apple
I ate it and gave it back
-- or --
One fine morning in the middle of the night
two dead men got up to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew their swords and shot each other
-- or --
What's the time
Ten to nine
hang yer knickers on the line
when they're dry
bring them in
put them in the biscuit tin
eat a biscuit
eat a cake
eat your knickers
by mistake
Ian
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Epona
>two dead men got up to fight
>back to back they faced each other
>drew their swords and shot each other
Or
One fine day in the middle of the night
two dead men got up to fight
two blind men to see fair play
and two dead men to shout hooray
Epona
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David Smith
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Here is a full version of lyrics that may be what you wanted:
https://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/xmas/christmasdayintheworkhouse.html
ruthh...@gmail.com
Stood sitting in the grass.
She went round a straight crooked corner
To see a dead donkey die
She pulled out her pistol to stab it,
And it landed her one in the eye.
She went to the pictures tomorrow,
To get a front seat at the back,
She fell from the pit to the gallery,
And broke a front bone in her back.
-I am aware this isn’t the one everyone is saying but this is the one my 86 year old grandad sings (:
jacob17b...@gmail.com
The snow was raining fast,
A bare footed boy with cloggs on
Went slowly, whizzing past.
He went round a straight, crooked corner
To see a dead donkey die,
He pulled out his pistol to stab it
And it kicked him in the eye.
He went to the pictures in Norway
And bought a front seat at the back,
A lady she gave him a tea cake
He ate it and gave her it back.
He fell from the pitt to the gallery
And broke a front bone in his back,
The ambulance came up to get him
He died half way there, coming back.
Ian Clifton
rings a bell. I suspect many slightly different versions of this
existed! I’ll see if my Dad can remember all of his version.
--
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greig...@googlemail.com
Up spake a brave old pauper
We dont want your xmas pudding
Stick it up your arse
As told by my father 50 years ago
johncr...@gmail.com
When a bare footed boy with boots on stood sitting on the grass,
When up came a bare faced porter with a face as bold as brass,
Saying I don't want your Christmas pud, you can stick it up your jumper.
My Dad's version from 1953
Séin Ó Maonaigh
> It was Christmas Day in the workhouse
> When up stood a brave young pauper
> Stick it up your ass.
>
> I'd be obliged if they would let me know what it is
I've a different version....
It was Christmas time in the workhouse
and the snow was raining fast
A barefooted boy with boots on
stood sitting in the grass
When up stood the brave young pauper
and shove it up your ass."