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