The Hol­ly and the Ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The Hol­ly bears the crown.

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O the ris­ing of the sun,
The run­ning of the deer,
The play­ing of the mer­ry or­gan,
Sweet sing­ing in the quire,
Sweet sing­ing in the quire.

The Hol­ly bears a blos­som,
As white as lily-flow­er;
And Ma­ry bore sweet Je­sus Christ,
To be our sweet Sav­ior.

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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 any gall;
And Ma­ry bore sweet Je­sus Christ,
For to re­deem us all.

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The Hol­ly and the Ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The Hol­ly bears the crown.

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