The Twelve Days After Christmas is a Christmas song written by Frederick Silver that picks up where the original left off.


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 cartridge I shot that blasted partidge
That my true love, my true love, my true love gave to me
The second day after Christmas I pulled on my 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
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 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 ASPCA
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 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
And sent them back collect
I wrote my true love we are through love
And I said in so many words
Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds

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