Christmas In The Work House

[Biggus]

CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE WORKHOUSE # 1

It’s Christmas Eve in the workhouse,
And not a hint of the seasons in sight
No stockings hang by the fire side
They’ll be no treats in store tonight

CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE # 1

It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
Just another grey day to endure
If we’re lucky we’ll dine on mouse
And Oliver will still be asking for more

CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE # 2

It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
In a typical parish establishment
Full of the inebriated and the loose
She we should have a Christmas goose

[cute angel]

If we’re lucky we’ll dine on mouse
And Oliver will still be asking for more


Those lines are nice I think you mean Oliver Twist don't you?

very nice poem and eventhought;I don't celebrate christmass I say Merry christmass for all of you

[Biggus]

Yes it was Oliver Twist
Thanks

[AuntShecky]

The original version of "Christmas Day in the Workhouse" was written by George R. Sims in 1903. It's a long narrative poem, which begins this way:


It is Christmas day in the Workhouse
And the cold bare walls are bright
With garlands of green and holly,
And the place is a pleasant sight:
For with clear-washed hands and faces
In a long and hungry line
The paupers sit at their places
For this is the hour they dine.

The complete poem can be found on this web page:
http://www.victorianweb.org/history/poorlaw/poem.html

[Biggus]

Yes thank you but I was already aware of it.