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