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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 the tables
For this is the hour they dine
And the guardians and their ladies
Although the wind is east
Have come in their furs and wrappers
To watch their charges feast
To smile and be condescending
Put puddings on pauper plates
To be hosts at the workhouse banquet
They've paid for with the rates
Oh the paupers are meek and lowly
With their Thank'ee kindly mum's
So long as they fill their stomachs
What matters it whence it comes
But one of the old men mutters
And pushes his plate aside
Great God he cries but it chokes me
For this is the day she died
The guardians gazed in horror
The master's face went white
Did a pauper refuse his pudding
Could their ears believe aright
Then the ladies clutched their husbands
Thinking the man might die
Struck by a bolt or something
By the outraged one on high
But the pauper sat for a moment
Then rose mid a silence grim
For the others has ceased to chatter
And trembled every limb
He looked at the guardian's ladies
Then eyeing their lords he said
I eat not the food of villains
Whose hands are foul and red
Whose victims cry for vengeance
From their dank unhallowed graves
He's drunk said the workhouse master
Or else he's mad and raves
Not drunk or mad cried the pauper
But only a hunted beast
Who torn by the hounds and mangled
Declines the vulture's feast
I care not a curse for the guardians
And I won't be dragged away
Just let me have the fit out
It's only Christmas Day
That the black past comes to goad me
And prey my burning brain
I'll tell you the rest in a whisper
I swear I won't shout again
Keep your hands off me curse you
Hear me right out to the end
You come here to see how the paupers
The season of Christmas spend
You come here to watch us feeding
As they watch the captured beast
Hear why a penniless pauper
Spits on your paltry feast
Do you think I will take your bounty
And let you smile and think
You're doing a noble action
With the parish's meat and drink
Where is my wife you traitors
The poor old wife you slew
Yes by the God above us
My Nance was killed by you
Last winter my wife lay dying
Starved in a filthy den
I had never been to the parish
I came to the parish then
I swallowed my pride in coming
For ere the ruin came
I held up my head as a trader
And I bore a spotless name
I came to the parish craving
Bread for a starving wife
Bread for a woman who'd loved me
Through fifty years of my life
And what do you think they told me
Mocking my awful grief
That the House was open to us
But they wouldn't give out relief
I slunk to the filthy alley
Twas a cold raw Christmas eve
And the bakers shops were open
Tempting a man to thieve
But I clenched my fists together
Holding my head awry
So I came home empty-handed
And mournfully told her why
Then I told her the House was open
She had heard of the ways of that
For her bloodless cheeks went crimson
And up in her rags she sat
Crying
Bide the Christmas here John
We've never had one apart
I think I can bear the hunger
The other would break my heart
All through that ever I watched her
Holding her hand in mine
Praying the Lord and weeping
Till my lips were salt as brine
I asked her once if she hungered
And as she answered
No
The moon shone in at the wondow
Set in a wreath of snow
Then the room was bathed in glory
And I saw in my darling's eyes
The far-away look of wonder
That comes when the spirit flies
And her lips were parched and parted
And her reason came and went
For she raved of her home in Devon
Where her happiest days were spent
And the accents long forgotten
Came back to the tongue once more
For she talked like the country lassie
I woo'd by the Devon shore
Then she rose to her feet and trembled
And fell on the rags and moaned
And
Give me a crust I'm famished
For the love of God she groaned
I rushed from the room like a madman
And flew to the workhouse gate
Crying
Food for a dying woman
And came the answer
Too late
They drove me away with curses
Then I fought with a dog in the street
And tore from the mongrel's clutches
A crust he was trying to eat
Back through the filthy by-lanes
Back through the trampled slush
Up to the crazy garret
Wrapped in an awful hush
My heart sank down at the threshold
And I paused with a sudden thrill
For there in the silv'ry moonlight
My Nancy lay cold and still
Up to the blackened ceiling
The sunken eyes were cast
I knew on those lips all bloodless
My name had been the last
She'd called for her absent husband
Of God had I but known
Had called in vain and in anguish
Had died in that den alone
Yes there in a land of plenty
Lay a loving woman dead
Cruelly starved and murdered
For a loaf of parish bread
At yonder gate last Christmas
I craved for a human life
You who would feast us paupers
What of my murdered wife
There get ye gone to your dinners
Don't mind me in the least
Think of your happy paupers
Eating your Christmas feast
And when you recount their blessings
In your smug parochial way
Say what you did for me too
Only last Christmas Day
- 1 kenneth williams
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.66]It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse
[00:02.85]And the cold bare walls are bright
[00:04.86]With garlands of green and holly
[00:07.02]And the place is a pleasant sight
[00:09.08]For with clear-washed hands and faces
[00:11.01]In a long and hungry line
[00:12.82]The paupers sit at the tables
[00:14.83]For this is the hour they dine
[00:18.20]And the guardians and their ladies
[00:20.10]Although the wind is east
[00:21.40]Have come in their furs and wrappers
[00:23.67]To watch their charges feast
[00:25.72]To smile and be condescending
[00:27.64]Put puddings on pauper plates
[00:30.00]To be hosts at the workhouse banquet
[00:32.90]They've paid for with the rates
[00:35.99]Oh the paupers are meek and lowly
[00:38.37]With their Thank'ee kindly mum's
[00:40.77]So long as they fill their stomachs
[00:42.48]What matters it whence it comes
[00:44.87]But one of the old men mutters
[00:47.25]And pushes his plate aside
[00:49.93]Great God he cries but it chokes me
[00:54.40]For this is the day she died
[00:58.41]The guardians gazed in horror
[01:00.76]The master's face went white
[01:02.69]Did a pauper refuse his pudding
[01:05.11]Could their ears believe aright
[01:07.90]Then the ladies clutched their husbands
[01:09.20]Thinking the man might die
[01:11.42]Struck by a bolt or something
[01:13.93]By the outraged one on high
[01:17.56]But the pauper sat for a moment
[01:19.48]Then rose mid a silence grim
[01:21.46]For the others has ceased to chatter
[01:24.06]And trembled every limb
[01:26.23]He looked at the guardian's ladies
[01:28.05]Then eyeing their lords he said
[01:30.70]I eat not the food of villains
[01:33.59]Whose hands are foul and red
[01:36.18]Whose victims cry for vengeance
[01:38.42]From their dank unhallowed graves
[01:41.63]He's drunk said the workhouse master
[01:44.71]Or else he's mad and raves
[01:47.35]Not drunk or mad cried the pauper
[01:51.15]But only a hunted beast
[01:53.21]Who torn by the hounds and mangled
[01:56.05]Declines the vulture's feast
[01:58.76]I care not a curse for the guardians
[02:00.82]And I won't be dragged away
[02:02.56]Just let me have the fit out
[02:04.27]It's only Christmas Day
[02:06.57]That the black past comes to goad me
[02:09.38]And prey my burning brain
[02:12.07]I'll tell you the rest in a whisper
[02:14.16]I swear I won't shout again
[02:16.54]Keep your hands off me curse you
[02:19.12]Hear me right out to the end
[02:20.68]You come here to see how the paupers
[02:23.02]The season of Christmas spend
[02:25.19]You come here to watch us feeding
[02:26.95]As they watch the captured beast
[02:28.76]Hear why a penniless pauper
[02:32.36]Spits on your paltry feast
[02:35.43]Do you think I will take your bounty
[02:37.18]And let you smile and think
[02:38.49]You're doing a noble action
[02:39.87]With the parish's meat and drink
[02:41.40]Where is my wife you traitors
[02:44.13]The poor old wife you slew
[02:46.46]Yes by the God above us
[02:48.45]My Nance was killed by you
[02:51.81]Last winter my wife lay dying
[02:53.84]Starved in a filthy den
[02:55.43]I had never been to the parish
[02:57.39]I came to the parish then
[02:58.84]I swallowed my pride in coming
[03:00.53]For ere the ruin came
[03:02.40]I held up my head as a trader
[03:04.62]And I bore a spotless name
[03:07.01]I came to the parish craving
[03:08.82]Bread for a starving wife
[03:11.09]Bread for a woman who'd loved me
[03:13.03]Through fifty years of my life
[03:14.80]And what do you think they told me
[03:16.42]Mocking my awful grief
[03:18.09]That the House was open to us
[03:20.96]But they wouldn't give out relief
[03:23.35]I slunk to the filthy alley
[03:25.27]Twas a cold raw Christmas eve
[03:27.34]And the bakers shops were open
[03:29.20]Tempting a man to thieve
[03:31.21]But I clenched my fists together
[03:33.24]Holding my head awry
[03:34.76]So I came home empty-handed
[03:37.79]And mournfully told her why
[03:40.04]Then I told her the House was open
[03:43.05]She had heard of the ways of that
[03:45.09]For her bloodless cheeks went crimson
[03:47.92]And up in her rags she sat
[03:50.15]Crying
[03:51.06]Bide the Christmas here John
[03:53.59]We've never had one apart
[03:55.30]I think I can bear the hunger
[03:57.79]The other would break my heart
[04:00.77]All through that ever I watched her
[04:03.76]Holding her hand in mine
[04:05.52]Praying the Lord and weeping
[04:07.88]Till my lips were salt as brine
[04:10.37]I asked her once if she hungered
[04:12.35]And as she answered
[04:13.66]No
[04:14.49]The moon shone in at the wondow
[04:17.52]Set in a wreath of snow
[04:20.60]Then the room was bathed in glory
[04:23.35]And I saw in my darling's eyes
[04:25.61]The far-away look of wonder
[04:28.28]That comes when the spirit flies
[04:30.90]And her lips were parched and parted
[04:33.67]And her reason came and went
[04:35.71]For she raved of her home in Devon
[04:39.42]Where her happiest days were spent
[04:41.78]And the accents long forgotten
[04:44.38]Came back to the tongue once more
[04:46.68]For she talked like the country lassie
[04:49.50]I woo'd by the Devon shore
[04:52.00]Then she rose to her feet and trembled
[04:54.42]And fell on the rags and moaned
[04:56.35]And
[04:56.90]Give me a crust I'm famished
[04:59.28]For the love of God she groaned
[05:02.57]I rushed from the room like a madman
[05:04.87]And flew to the workhouse gate
[05:06.40]Crying
[05:06.96]Food for a dying woman
[05:09.47]And came the answer
[05:10.72]Too late
[05:11.97]They drove me away with curses
[05:14.11]Then I fought with a dog in the street
[05:16.92]And tore from the mongrel's clutches
[05:18.92]A crust he was trying to eat
[05:21.35]Back through the filthy by-lanes
[05:22.97]Back through the trampled slush
[05:25.05]Up to the crazy garret
[05:26.52]Wrapped in an awful hush
[05:28.28]My heart sank down at the threshold
[05:31.10]And I paused with a sudden thrill
[05:32.77]For there in the silv'ry moonlight
[05:34.95]My Nancy lay cold and still
[05:39.73]Up to the blackened ceiling
[05:41.84]The sunken eyes were cast
[05:43.66]I knew on those lips all bloodless
[05:45.73]My name had been the last
[05:48.26]She'd called for her absent husband
[05:50.96]Of God had I but known
[05:53.77]Had called in vain and in anguish
[05:56.73]Had died in that den alone
[06:00.50]Yes there in a land of plenty
[06:03.41]Lay a loving woman dead
[06:05.75]Cruelly starved and murdered
[06:07.47]For a loaf of parish bread
[06:09.67]At yonder gate last Christmas
[06:11.64]I craved for a human life
[06:13.68]You who would feast us paupers
[06:16.60]What of my murdered wife
[06:20.31]There get ye gone to your dinners
[06:23.10]Don't mind me in the least
[06:24.78]Think of your happy paupers
[06:26.38]Eating your Christmas feast
[06:28.20]And when you recount their blessings
[06:30.04]In your smug parochial way
[06:32.22]Say what you did for me too
[06:34.62]Only last Christmas Day
