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Twas Christmas day in the cookhouse, The happiest day of the year, Men's hearts were full of gladness, Their bellies full of beer, When up spoke Private Shorthouse, His face as bold as brass, Saying, 'We don't want your Christmas pudding You can stick it up your ...' |
Twas Christmas day in the harem, The eunuchs standing round, Hundreds of beautiful women Were stretched out on the ground, When in strode the Bold Bad Sultan, And gazed at his marble halls, Saying, 'What do you want for Christmas, boys?' And the eunuchs answered... |
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Refrain: O, tidings of comfort and joy! |
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