Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies. Dame, get up and bake your pies On the 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 the Christmas day in the morning? Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, Cannot fly, cannot fly. Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, On the Christmas day in the morning. Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies. Dame, get up and bake your pies On the Christmas day in the morning.