The holly and the ivy

When they are both full grown

Of all the trees that are in the wood

The holly bears the crown

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a blossom

As white as a lily flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ

For to be our sweet Savior

The rising of the sun

And 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

For to do us sinners good

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

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

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 bears the crown

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

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

Sweet singing in the choir