Twelve Days After Christmas
On the first day after Christmas
My true love and I had a fight!
And so I chopped the pear tree down
And burned it just for spite!
And with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me
On the second day after Christmas
I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me
On the third day after Christmas
My mother caught the coup
I had to use the three French hens
To make some chicken soup
The four calling birds were a big mistake
For their language was obscene
The five golden rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green
On the sixth day after Christmas
The six laying geese wouldn't lay
I sent the whole darn gaggle to the C.S.P.C.A.
On the seventh day what I mess I've found
The seven swimming swans have drowned
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me
On the eighth day after Christmas
Before they could suspect
I bundled up the
Eight maids-a-milking
Nine pippers pipping
Ten ladies dancing
Eleven lords-a-leaping
Twelve drummers drumming
(Spoken: Well, actually, I kept one of the drummers)
And sent them back collect
I wrote my true love
"We're through! Love!"
And I said in so many words:
(Soprano)"Furthermore your Christmas gifts are for the birds!"
(The rest of the people)"Four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!"
Hope you enjoyed the song!
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