Letra: Come they told me, a new born King to see. Our finest gifts we bring to lay before the King. So, to honor him when we come.
Little baby, I am a poor boy too. I have no gifts to bring, that's fit to give the King. Shall I play for you on my drum?
Mary nodded, the ox and lamb kept time. I played my drum for him, I played my best for him. Then he smiled at me, me and my drum.