The Holly and the Ivy

The holly and the ivy,
 When they are both full grown,
 Of all 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 lily flow'r,
 And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
 To be our dear Savior
 The holly bears a berry,
 As red as any blood,
 And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
 To do poor sinners good
 The holly bears a prickle,
 As sharp as any thorn,
 And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
 On Christmas Day in the morn
 The holly bears a bark,
 As bitter as the gall,
 And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
 For to redeem us all
 The holly and the ivy,
 When they are both full grown,
 Of all trees that are in the wood,
 The holly bears the crown