text: I remember Monday
  Rising up to pack his lunch
  We kissed goodbye saying
  What a foolish girl was I
  Saying, what a fool was she
  Near the store where I go shopping
  On display there was a golden watch chain
  All that week it had me stopping
  What a fool was she
  Almost Christmas, we were so poor
  Where there was will
  There were ways
  I was sure
  In the paper written plain
  I saw an ad, I caught a train
  And sold my hair to buy the chain
  What a fool was she
  And he says
  I remember Monday rising with her hair
  Reflected in my eyes
  It caught the sun a million times
  What a fool was he
  In a window near the office was a comb
  Of pearls and beads and tortoise
  Oh, the devild come to court us
  What a fool was he
  Almost Christmas, we were so poor
  Where there was will
  There were ways
  I was sure
  In the pawnshop coming home
  I stopped inquiring for a loan
  And sold the watch to buy the comb
  What a fool was he
  Christmas came up cold and glum
  There were no visions of sugar plums
  There were no joyous carols sung
  Oh, what fools were they
  He sat glaring at her bob
  As she lay weeping by a chain and fob
  And sadly burned the yule log
  And wise men lost their way
  Wisemen lose their way
  Merry Christmas Day