Strophe

1   1|  should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake
2   1| streets, stirred up tomorrow's pudding in his garret, while his
3   3|         that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper. ~"
4   3|       witnesses -- to take the pudding up, and bring it in. ~Suppose
5   3|       great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A
6   3|     door to that! That was the pudding. In half a minute Mrs Cratchit
7   3|      smiling proudly: with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball,
8   3|      the top. ~Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and
9   3|  thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would