The Holly and the Ivy

The holly and the ivy

When they are both full grown

Of all the trees are in the wood

The holly bears the crown

Oh, the holly bears a blossom

As white as any flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus

To be our sweet Savior

Oh, the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

And the playing of the organ

Sweet singing in the choir

Oh, the holly bears a berry

As red as any blood

And Mary bore sweet Jesus

To do poor sinners good

Oh, the holly bears a prickle

As sharp as any thorn

And Mary bore sweet Jesus

All on a Christmas morn

Oh, the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

And the playing of the organ

Sweet singing in the choir

Oh, the holly bears a bark

As bitter as any gall

And Mary bore sweet Jesus

Oh, to redeem us all

Oh, the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

And the playing of the organ

Sweet singing in the choir

Oh, the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

And the playing of the organ

Sweet singing in the choir

Sweet singing in the choir