CHRISTMAS
AT THE WORK HOUSE
A
Leighton family tradition when my Father wold recite this just before
he carved the turkey.
T'was
Christmas in the workhouse
that
time of all the year
when
paupers hearts were happy
their
bellies full of beer
in
strode the work house captain
as
he strode between the white washed walls
he
wished them a Merry Christmas
the
paupers answered
“Balls”
the
work house captain was angry
he
swore by all the Gods
he'd
have their Christmas dinners
the
dirty drunken sods
Up
stood one old veteran
his
face as black as charcoal
You
can take your Christmas dinner sir
and
stick it up your gondapooch
supposedly
Hindi for you know where
To
all my Face Book friends
Happy
Holidays
JWL
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