Traditional: The Holly and the Ivy

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. O 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 flow'r, and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to Be our sweet Saviour. O the rising of the sun and 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 to do Poor sinners good. O 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 no prickle as sharp as any Thorn, and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ upon Christmas Day in the morn. The rising of 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. O the rising of the sun and the running Of the deer, the playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. The when they are Both the that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. O the rising of the sun and the running Of the deer, The Playing of the Merry sweet singing, Singing, sweet singing in Choir.