Heard sung by John Amis of 'My Music' fame on the BBC over 20 years ago, and I've been looking for it ever since.


"What can I offer my love so free
To make his Christmas worthily
The partridge had flown from our pear tree.
Flown with the summers are the swans and geese
Milkmaids and drummers would leave him little peace
I've no gold ring and no turtle dove
So what can I bring to my true love?

He shall have all I can best afford
A fine fat hen for his Christmas board
No pipers playing, no leaping lord
But two little daughters versed in the role
to be worn, like pinks, in his buttonhole
And the tree of my heart with its carolling linnet
My evergreen heart - and the bright bird in it."

Many thanks.
Lynda