12 Nights of Christmas | The Oxen

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Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
I stand alone in my gentleman's frock.

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
I waved her ship goodbye on the dock.

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
I knew it's not forever, no need to mock.

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
Now it's only me and my watch, the shock

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
That is all that remains for me, a hairlock.

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