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

The holly bears a blossom

As white as the lily flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ

To be our sweet Saviour

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

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

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

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

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

Sweet singing in the choir