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