My father left me an acre of land
Ivy, sing ivy
Between salt water and salt sea sand
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
I plowed it all under with an old rams horn
Ivy, sing ivy
I sowed it all over with nettles and corn
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
I scythed it well with the brim of my hat
Ivy, sing ivy
I carted it to mill with a team of great rats
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
I stored it well in the wee pigs sty
Ivy, sing ivy
With all these riches, what'll I buy?
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
Ivy, sing ivy
Between salt water and salt sea sand
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
I plowed it all under with an old rams horn
Ivy, sing ivy
I sowed it all over with nettles and corn
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
I scythed it well with the brim of my hat
Ivy, sing ivy
I carted it to mill with a team of great rats
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
I stored it well in the wee pigs sty
Ivy, sing ivy
With all these riches, what'll I buy?
And a bunch of green holly and ivy