On Christmas Eve I turned the spit.
I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet.
The cock sparrow flew over the table.
The pot began to play with the ladle.
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On Christmas Eve I turned the spit.
I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet.
The cock sparrow flew over the table.
The pot began to play with the ladle.
Download the words to On Christmas Eve I Turned the Spit.