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 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 any lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet Saviour.

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The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good.

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The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in the morn:

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The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as the gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all:

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The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown:

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