Ten of twelve

On the tenth day of Gubmas, my true love sent to me 
Ten Fords a-rusting, 
Nine locked and loaded,

Eight mags o’ munitions,
Seven arméd women, 
Six geese for slaying, 
Five Gold Cup gubs, 
Four falling birds, 
Three ranch hands, 
Two shooting gloves, 
And a cartridge in a bare tree.