Christmas is comin', Christmas is comin'

Christmas is comin' again

But that never thrills me, the thought of it chills me

I tell you it fills me with pain

It makes me remember a Christmas gone by

When I was extremely upset

A night in December, an evening that I

Would very much rather forget



For I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play

The others were jolly and 'earty but I wasn't feelin' so gay

They might have said play us a tune we can sing

But somehow I don't think they noticed the thing

I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play

So I took the darned thing away



They asked Mrs Morgan to play her mouth-organ

And somebody else did a dance

They Let Mrs Carter perform a sonata

But I wasn't given a chance

A north country person called Sandy McPherson

Played bagpipes and took off his coat

While both the Miss Fawcetts bust out of their corsets

In trying to take a top note



But I took me harp to a party, nobody asked me to play

The others were jolly and 'earty but I wasn't feelin' so gay

I felt so ashamed at not strikin' a note

That I tried to hide the thing under me coat

I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play

So I took the darned thing away



They sang Home Sweet Home and The Banks of Loch Lomond

And All the King's Horses, then Trees

While nephews and nieces kept playin' their pieces

And spreadin' their jam on the keys

A daughter called Lena, played her concertina

We all played ridiculous games

'Til old Mr Dyer, set his whiskers on fire

And a fire engine played on the flames



But I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play

So I took the darned thing away!-acap