'Twas Christmas Day in the cookhouse
And the place was clean and tidy
The soldiers were eating their pancakes...
I'm a liar... that was Good Friday.
In the oven a turkey was sizzling
And to make it look posh, I suppose,
They fetched the Battalion Barber,
To shingle it's parson's nose!
Potatoes were cooked in their jackets,
And carrots in pants - how unique!
A sheep's head was baked with the eyes in,
As it had to see them through the week.
At one o'clock 'Dinner Up' sounded,
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