The holly and the ivy
Now they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
Thee holly tree bears the crown

The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir

The holly tree bears the blossom
As white as any flower
As Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet saviour

The holly tree bears the prickle
As sharp as any thorn
As Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn’.

Ian Ground