On the first day of Christmas Labour sent to me
A dead rose in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Two sacked left councillors
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the third day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Three ministers fiddling
And a dead rose in a pear tree
[add all the gifts cumulatively in each verse ending with ‘and a deal rose in a pear tree]
On the fourth day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Four laws banning g protests
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the fifth day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Five refugees a drowning
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the sixth day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Six more migrants deporting
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the seventh day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Less motability
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the eight day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Eight hunger strikers a-dying
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the ninth day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Nine slogans they’re banning
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the tenth day of Christma Labour sent to me
Ten more doctors striking
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Eleven bungs for bosses
And a dead rose in a pear tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas Labour sent to me
Twelve new jets a-bombing
And a dead rose in a pear tree
Sung to the traditional tune of Twelve Days of Christmas (it scans, more or less)