The Holly and the Ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
O, 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 lily flower
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
O, 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 berry
As red as any blood
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
O, 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 prickle as sharp as any thorn
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
O, 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 bark as bitter as any gall
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
O, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ sweet singing in
Sweet singing in in the choir