The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bares the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bares a blossom
As white as any flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet savior
Oh the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bares the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
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
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
Oh the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bares the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bares a blossom
As white as any flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet savior
Oh the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bares the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
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
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
Oh the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir