The Holly And The Ivy

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

O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a blossom as white as a lily flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet savior

O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a berry as red as any blood

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good

O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas day in the morn

O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a bark as bitter as any gall

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all

O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir