A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes/Nursery Songs/XLIV. ON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING

by Sabine Baring-Gould

Dame, get up and bake your pies,
Bake your pies, bake your pies,
Dame get up and bake your pies
On Christmas day in the morning.
Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
Maidens lie, maidens lie?
Dame, what makes your maidens lie
On Christmas day in the morning?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
Ducks to die, ducks to die?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die
On Christmas day in the morning?
Their wings are cut, they cannot fly,
Cannot fly, cannot fly;
Their wings are cut, they cannot fly
On Christmas day in the morning.