The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly wears 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 choir
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour

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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,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly wears the crown.

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