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Oh 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

   Oh the rising of the sun,
   The running of the deer
   The playing of the merry organ
   Sweet singing all in the choir.

Oh the holly bears a blossom as white as the lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet saviour.

Oh the holly bears a berry as red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do us poor sinners good.

Oh the holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas day in the morn.

Oh the holly bears a bark as bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all.