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