The Holly and the Ivy (lyrics)

The holy and the ivy, now they are both well grown

Of all the trees within the wood, the holy bears the crown

O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir

Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a blossom, as white as any flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, to be our sweet saviour

O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ, sweat 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

O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir

Sweet singing in the choir

The holy 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, the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir

Sweet singing in the choir

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