The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. |
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn. Chorus |
Chorus: Oh, the rising of the sun, The running of the deer. The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the quire. |
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all. Chorus |
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Savior. Chorus |
The holly and the ivy,
Now are both well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown. Chorus |
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to do us sinners good. Chorus |
The Holly And The Ivy
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