The Holly and the Ivy
Oh the holly and the ivy,Now they are both full grown;
Of all the trees that are in the woods
The holly tree bears the crown.
Oh, the rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir.
The holly tree bears a blossom,
As white as any milk;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
All wrapped up in silk.
The holly tree bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good.
And the holly tree bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do redeem us all.
The holly tree bears a prickly,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn.