THE holly and the ivy Now are both well grown; Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown. @3The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.@1 The holly bears a blossom As white as lily flower; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Saviour. @3The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.@1 The holly bears a berry, As red as any blood; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good. @3The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.@1 The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas day in the morn. @3The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.@1 The holly bears a bark As bitter as any gall; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ For to redeem us all. @3The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.@1 The holly and the ivy Now are both well grown; Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. @3The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.@1 |