If I but had a little dress,
A little dress of the flax so fair,
I'd take it from my clothespress
And give it to Him to wear.
If I but had a little girdle,
A girdle stained with the purple dye,
Or green as grass or green as myrtle,
About His waist to tie.
If I but had a little coat,
A coat to fit a no-year old,
I'd button it close about His throat
To cover Him from the cold.
If I but had a little shoe,
A little shoe as might be found,
I'd lace it on with a sheepskin thew
To keep His foot from the ground.
If my heart were a shining coin,
A silver coin, or of gold,
Out of my side I'd purloin
And give it to Him to hold.
If my heart were a house also,
A house with room to spare,
I never would suffer my Lord to go
Homeless, but house Him there.