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

The running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing all 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

The running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing all 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 all 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 all in the choir

The holly bears a flower

As white as in the milk

And Mary bore sweet Jesus

All wrapped up in silk

O the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing all in the choir

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 all in the choir

Sweet singing all in the choir

Sweet singing all in the choir

Sweet singing all in the choir