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