1.
It was 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...
Tidings of comfort and joy,
Good tidings of comfort and joy."
2.
It was Christmas day in the harem.
The eunuchs were standing all around,
And hundreds of beautiful women
were stretched out on the ground.
In came the bold bad sultan
and gazed at his marble halls,
Saying,
"What do you want for Christmas, boys?"
and the eunuchs answered...
"Tidings of comfort and joy,
Good tidings of comfort and joy."
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