The
holly and the ivy
When
they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly it bears the crown.
Chorus
And the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
The
holly it bears a berry
As white as any milk
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
Who was wrapped up in silk
Chorus
Collected from a singer in Sussex [key G]
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