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The holly and the ivy,

When they are both full grown,

Of all trees that are in the wood,

The holly bears the crown



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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 a blossom,

As white as lily flow'r,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

To be our dear Saviour



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The holly bears a berry,

As red as any blood,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

To do poor sinners good



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The holly bears a prickle,

As sharp as any thorn,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

On Christmas Day in the morn



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The holly bears a bark,

As bitter as the gall,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

For to redeem us all



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The holly and the ivy,

When they are both full grown,

Of all trees that are in the wood,

The holly bears the crown



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