And let them stand and settle for a quarter of an hour;
Then tie the pudding in a cloth, and put it in the pot,
Some people like the water cold, and some prefer it hot;
But though I don’t know which of these two methods I should praise,
I know it ought to boil an hour for every pound it weighs.
Oh! if I were Queen of France, or, still better, Pope of Rome,
I’d have a Christmas pudding every day I dined at home;
And as for other puddings whatever they might be,
Why, those who like the nasty things should eat them all for me.
Punch.