Does anyone know the alternative It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse and the snow was raining fast?

Question

this is a local (Rossendale) parody of the original poem it continues- a barefoot boy with clogs on stood sitting on the grass. After that I am stuck.

Answer 1

ROTFLMAO Michael, I had long forgotten that one!
--That Cheekly Lad

Answer 2

Hiya - I'm from Rossendale too. This is the version that my Mum told me.

It was Christmas day in the workhouse
The snow was raining fast
A barefooted boy with clogs on
Stood sitting on the grass (OR Went slowly whizzing past)
He went round a straight bended corner
To see a dead donkey die
The farmer took a sword and shot it
And the donkey asked him why

Was it you that sent the letter to the free press?

Answer 3

It was Christmas Day in the workhouse
The snow was raining fast
A bare footed girl with clocks
Stood lying on the grass
She offered me a plain cake with currants in
I ate it and gave it her back
I took her to the pictures
The fronts seats at the back

As I remember it. Often told by my dad.

Answer 4

It was Christmas Day in the workhouse
The one day of the year
when paupers' hearts were full of joy
their bellies full of beer.
Then up spake the workhouse master
he was a wicked sod
you'll do your tasks this afternoon
or there'll be no Christmas pud
Just then one of the boys stood up
his face as bold as brass
"you can keep your Christmas pudding mate,
and stick it ........."

last line forgotten

Answer 5

it was christmas eve in the work house the puddings were piping hot a barefooted boy with clogs on came in and scofted the lot

it was christmas eve in the workhouse the puddings were piping hot a barefooted boy with clogs on came slowly whizzing by he turned a straight bent corner and saw a dead donkey die so he took out his gun to shoot it and the bloody thing wee'd in his eye

Answer 6

IT WAS CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE
THE SNOW WAS RAINING FAST
A BAREFOOTED BOY WITH CLOGS ON
RAN DOWNSTAIRS WITH HIS FEET IN HIS POCKET
TRIPPED OVER A DEAD CAT AND HALF KILLED IT

THE FIRE ENGINE CAME ROUND A STRAIGHT CORNER
ON TWO WHEELS
THIS TALE WAS TOLD BY TWO WHITE BLACKMEN
SITTING AT THE CORNER OF A ROUND TABLE
EATING VINEGAR WITH A KNIFE AND FORK.........

Answer 7

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Answer 8

Rain

Answer 9

My dad used to recite this!

I know there was one line about "The Currants in the pudding were few and far between"

And "This enraged the Workhouse master and he swore by all his gods that he's stop their Christmas pudding, the dirty lot of sods!"

"Then up spake one old pauper, his face as bold as brass - 'We don't want your Christmas Pudding, you can stick up it your a*se'".

I don't remember the full poem sorry.

Answer 10

Hi !
Well, hinny,
Having been born in the workhouse, in North Sheilds, although they had turned it into a maternity hospital, I was told one about -
(In Geordie, mind you)

It was Christmas day in the workhoose
The gruel was awful thin
Lackin' in meat and now't to eat
Santa cme fleein' doon the chimney
So they hoyed the b*gger in.

Courtesy of Fred Reed, my great Uncle.the poet.

Cheers,
Bob.