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 comb for her hair 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 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 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 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