The Holly and the Ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holy bears the crown
chorus 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 the lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour:
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 any 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 the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown:
