| On the first day of Christimas
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| My true love said to me
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| Oh Sarah, my sweet pea
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| On the second day of Christmas
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| My true love lied to me
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| Oh, what a pity
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| Now he lies on the bottom of the sea
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| On the third day of Christmas
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| The milkman come to see
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| If my husband was home
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| For a pint of beer
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| The question he popped and
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| My jaws nearly dropped!
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| Oh, what a pity, he had it coming
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| Now there’s two on the bottom of the sea
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| On the fourth day of Christmas
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| The milkman’s wife come by
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| Worried to her bones she was
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| Of her husband’s life
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| A blow to her head
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| It made everything all right
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| Oh what a pity, she had it coming
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| A knife cut her throat
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| Now there’s three on the bottom of the sea
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| On the fifth day of Christmas
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| My true love got revealed
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| He was keen on something else
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| Than his wife… that’s me!
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| I went to see his mistress
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| Just to have a talk
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| Then I went home… Or not!
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| That was not a pity
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| Chopped her like meat
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| Put her in a sack
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| Now there’s four on the bottom of the sea
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| On the sixth day of Christmas
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| A man knocked on my door
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| Asked for my husband, my true love
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| Damn, what a pity
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| This is getting messy
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| Strangled him to death
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| Now there’s five on the bottom of the sea
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| On the seventh day of Christmas
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| The police knocked my door
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| Told me the milkman’s son
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| Had given them a call
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| By asking some questions
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| They found out what I’d done
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| Oh, what a pity, end of my story
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| Sarah’s going to jail!
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| Quickly I came up with a cunning plan
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| Look at the time
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| It’s almost five
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| I bring you tea
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| With a special treat!
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| The poison made them sleep
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| A dagger made them bleed
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| Time for me to flee!
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| Now there’s eight on the bottom of the sea
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| Yes there’s eight on the bottom of the sea! |