This is one of my favorite Christmas songs. It's not Silent Night or Love Came Down At Christmas, but The Twelve Days After Christmas. It was written by P.D.Q. Bach, somewhere between 1742 and 1807. It's a beautiful song. The general music is close to the original Twelve Days of Christmas, but there are some changes. I'll give you the lyrics...then, you'll probably go YouTube a group singing it.
"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.
Then with a single ca-a-a-artridge, I shot that blasted pa-a-a-artridge
My true love (my true love), 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 rung the necks of both the turtle doves
My true love (my true love), my true love (my true love), my true love gave to me.
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 gold rings were completely fake, and they turned my fingers green!
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay.
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.
On the seventh day what a mess I found -
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned!
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Chri-ist-mas, before they could suspect
I bundled up the
Eight maids-a-milking
Nine pipers piping
Ten ladies dancing
Eleven lords a'leaping
Twelve drummers drumming
(well, actually I kept one of the drummers...)
I told my true love
"We are through, love!"
and I said in so many words,
"Furthermore, your Christmas gifts are for the
four calling birds
three French hens
two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree-e-e-eee!"
Enjoy :)
Heepwah, and be safe out there
~S
"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.
Then with a single ca-a-a-artridge, I shot that blasted pa-a-a-artridge
My true love (my true love), 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 rung the necks of both the turtle doves
My true love (my true love), my true love (my true love), my true love gave to me.
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 gold rings were completely fake, and they turned my fingers green!
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay.
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.
On the seventh day what a mess I found -
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned!
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Chri-ist-mas, before they could suspect
I bundled up the
Eight maids-a-milking
Nine pipers piping
Ten ladies dancing
Eleven lords a'leaping
Twelve drummers drumming
(well, actually I kept one of the drummers...)
I told my true love
"We are through, love!"
and I said in so many words,
"Furthermore, your Christmas gifts are for the
four calling birds
three French hens
two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree-e-e-eee!"
Enjoy :)
Heepwah, and be safe out there
~S
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