The Holly & The Ivy

The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown
The rising of the sun

The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly wears a blossom

As white as any flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our Saviour
The rising of the sun

The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a berry

As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do sinners good
The rising of the sun

The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
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

The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a bark

As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To redeem us all
The rising of the sun

The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown
The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir