文本歌词

Old Sam's Christmas Pudding - Stanley Holloway
It was christmas day in the trenches
In spain in penninsular war
And sam small were cleaning his musket
A thing as he'd nere done before
They'd had em inspected that morning
And sam had got into disgrace
For when sergeant had looked down the barrel
A sparrow flew out in his face
The sergeant reported the matter
To lieutenant bird then and there
Said lieutenant how justly disgusting
The duke must be told of this eye
The duke were upset when he heard
He said i'm astonished i am
I must make a most drastic example
There'll be no christmas pudding for sam
When sam were informed of his sentence
Surprise rooted him to the spot
Twice much worse than he had expected
He thought as he'd only be shot
And so he sat cleaning his musket
And polishing barrel and butt
While the pudding his mother had sent him
Lay there in the mud at his foot
Now the centre that sam's lot were holding
Ran around a place called badajoz
Where the spaniards had put up a bastion
And oh what a bastion it was
They pounded away all the morning
With canister grape shot and ball
But the face of the bastion defied them
They made no impression at all
They started again after dinner
Bombarding as hard as they could
And the duke brought his own private cannon
But that weren't day pence oh good
The duke said sam put down they musket
And help me lay this gun true
Sam answered you'd best ask your favours
From them as you give pudding to
The duke looked at sam so reproachful
And don't take it that way said he
Us generals have got to be ruthless
It hurts me more than it did there
Sam sniffed at these words kind of sceptic
Then looked down the duke's private gun
And said we'd best put in two charges
We'll never bust bastion with one
He tipped cannon ball out of muzzle
He took out the wadding and all
He filled barrel chock full of powder
Then picked up and replaced the ball
He took a good aim at the bastion
Then said right oh duke let her fly
The cannon nigh jumped off her trunnions
And up went the bastion sky high
The duke he weren't alf elated
He danced around trench full of glee
And said sam for this gallant action
You can hot up your pudding for tea
Sam looked round to pick up his pudding
But it wasn't there nowhere about
In the place where he thought he had left it
Lay the cannon ball he'd just tipped out
Sam saw in a flash what ad happened
By an unprecedented mishap
The pudding his mother had sent him
Had blown badajoz off the map
That's why fuisilliers wear at today this moment
A badge which they think's a grenade
But they're wrong it's a brass reproduction
Of the pudding sam's mother once made