Dame get up and bake your pies,
bake your pies, bake your pies.
Dame get up and bake your pies
On Christmas day in the morning

Dame what makes your maidens lie,
maidens lie, maidens lie?
Dame what makes your maidens lie
On 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 Christmas day in the morning?

Their wings are cut, they cannot fly,
cannot fly, cannot fly.
Their wings are cut, they cannot fly
On Christmas day in the morning.

This version comes from the Northumbrian Minstrelsy. I am sure I have heard/seen a version where it is geese rather than ducks so you can take your pick.

The tune is the same as "I saw three ships come sailing in".