1. 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. 2. Dame, What Makes Your Maidens Lie, Maidens Lie, Maidens Lie? Dame, What Makes Your Maidens Lie, On Christmas-Day In The Morning? 3. 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? 4. Their Wings Are Cut, They Cannot Fly, Cannot Fly, Cannot Fly; Their Wings Are Cut, They Cannot Fly, On Christmas-Day In The Morning.
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