My heart is sad, my soul is weary
Though Christmas day is fast appearin'
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 [bad word] for her hair.

Oh mother, mother, what shall I do? 
Though Christmas day is fast appearin'
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 [bad word] of your golden hair?
For I've traded our only treasure
These [bad word] 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 [bad word] love forever share!