Dog House Blog, The First Day After Christmas!

The first day after Christmas 

The first day after Christmas

My true love and I had a fight 

And so I chopped the pear tree down 

And burnt it, just for spite 

Then with a single cartridge 

I shot that blasted partridge 

My true love, my true love, 

my true love gave to me. 

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 croup 

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 turned my fingers green. 

The sixth day after Christmas 

The six laying geese wouldn't lay 

So I sent the whole darn gaggle to the 

R.S.P.C.A. 

On the seventh day, what a mess I found 

The seven swans-a-swimming all had drowned 

My true love, my true love, 

my true love gave to me. 

The eighth day after Christmas 

Before they could suspect 

I bundled up the 

Eight maids-a-milking 

Nine ladies dancing 

Ten lords-a-leaping 

Eleven pipers piping 

Twelve drummers drumming - well, actually I kept one of the dancing ladies - 

And sent them back collect 

I wrote my true love 

We are through, love! 

And that is all I said.