"The Holly & The Ivy" lyrics
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
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
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 berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
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 prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn
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 bark
As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all
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 and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees
That are in the wood
The holly wears the crown
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
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees
That are in the wood
The holly wears the crown
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
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 berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
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 prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn
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 bark
As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all
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 and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees
That are in the wood
The holly wears the crown
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
Writer(s): Traditional, Julian Brian Marshall
