nourishing obscurity

To the purists, apologies for this first version below but the unmangled, traditional song follows this travesty:

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: Mandy hanging from a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: two banker’s bonuses  and Mand……….

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: three Eurosceptics, two bank……….

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: four tax breaks, three Euro……….

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: five cold drinks, four tax……….

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: six fears allaying, five cold……….

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: seven pollies swinging, six fears……….

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: eight tunes a-lilting, seven pollies……….

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: nine precepts drummed in, eight tunes……….

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: repealed laws we’re citing, nine precepts……….

The eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: freedoms advancing, repealed laws……….

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: House of Lords returning, freedoms……....

Here are the traditional words and one of the few youtubes which gets them in the right order, calls them “go-old” rings instead of changing it, calls them colly birds [I hope] and doesn’t make a mockery of the song although they do try to get a bit creative in the harmonies:

The twelfth day of Christmas, | My true love sent to me | Twelve lords a-leaping, | Eleven ladies dancing, | Ten pipers piping, | Nine drummers drumming, | Eight maids a-milking, | Seven swans a-swimming, | Six geese a-laying, | Five gold rings, | Four colly birds, | Three French hens, | Two turtle doves, and | A partridge in a pear tree.

Christmas is coming, readers.

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