The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown 

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flow'r
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our dear Saviour

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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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O, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir

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