Lyrics:

Jim:My heart is sad, my soul is weary Though Christmas day is fast appear I have no silver I have no gold To buy my wife a gift this year To see her sad on Christmas morning Is a thing I cannot bear I'll pawn the watch my father gave me To buy a come for her hair Katharine: Oh Mother, Mother what shall I do? Though Christmas day is fast appear I have no silver I have no gold To buy my love a gift this year For I am poor and I'm a beggar Not a cent have I, no dime I claim I'll trade the golden hair that is our pleasure Buy for your watch a golden chain Jim: Darling, darling today is Christmas What has become of your golden hair For I've traded our only treasure These silver combs for you to wear Katharine: Darling, darling we've lost our treasure My gift to you is a golden chain Though we've pawned away our only pleasures These gifts we give are not in vain All: The wise men came on Christmas morning Their gifts of love they came to bear From that day on always remembered Our own true love forever share