Grimtooth
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Found this while traveling around the net...
The Twelve Days After Christmas
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight
And so I chopped down that old pear tree
And burnt it, just for spite
Then I took a cartridge
and 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 those turtle doves.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother came down with the croup
So I had to use those three French hens
To make her chicken soup.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
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 putrid green.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay
So I sent the whole darn gaggle to
The local A.S.P.C.A.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The seventh day after Christmas, Oh what a mess I had found
It seems the seven swans-a-swimming could'nt and they all had drowned
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could even suspect
I bundled up the
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords-a-leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids-a-milking
(well, actually I kept *one* of the ladies)
And sent them back collect
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
I wrote my true love
"We are through, love!"
And I said in so many words
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the friggin Birds
Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree!"
And with my final cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge ( I'm sure it's dead by now.)
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
hehehe Grimtooth...
The Twelve Days After Christmas
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight
And so I chopped down that old pear tree
And burnt it, just for spite
Then I took a cartridge
and 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 those turtle doves.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother came down with the croup
So I had to use those three French hens
To make her chicken soup.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
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 putrid green.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay
So I sent the whole darn gaggle to
The local A.S.P.C.A.
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The seventh day after Christmas, Oh what a mess I had found
It seems the seven swans-a-swimming could'nt and they all had drowned
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could even suspect
I bundled up the
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords-a-leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids-a-milking
(well, actually I kept *one* of the ladies)
And sent them back collect
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
I wrote my true love
"We are through, love!"
And I said in so many words
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the friggin Birds
Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree!"
And with my final cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge ( I'm sure it's dead by now.)
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
hehehe Grimtooth...