The hol-ly and the i-vy,
When they are both full grown,
Of - all the trees that are in the wood, The
- hol-ly bears the crown.
The ris-ing of the sun - And the run-ning of
the deer,
The - play-ing of the mer-ry or-gan, Sweet
sing-ing in the choir. The
hol-ly bears the blos-som, As white as the li-ly flower,
And - Ma-ry bore sweet Je-sus Christ To - be
our sweet Sa-viour:
The ris-ing of the sun - And the run-ning of
the deer,
The - play-ing of the mer-ry or-gan, Sweet
sing-ing in the choir.
The hol-ly bears a ber-ry, As red as a-ny
blood,
And - Ma-ry bore sweet Je-sus Christ To - do
poor sin-ners good:
The ris-ing of the sun - And the run-ning of
the deer,
The - play-ing of the mer-ry or-gan, Sweet
sing-ing in the choir.
The hol-ly bears a pric-kle, As sharp as
a-ny thorn,
And - Ma-ry bore sweet Je-sus Christ On -
Christ-mas day in the morn.
The ris-ing of the sun - And the run-ning of
the deer,
The - play-ing of the mer-ry or-gan, Sweet
sing-ing in the choir.
The hol-ly bears a bark, - As bit-ter as
a-ny gall,
And - Ma-ry bore sweet Je-sus Christ For - to
re-deem us all:
The ris-ing of the sun - And the run-ning of
the deer,
The - play-ing of the mer-ry or-gan, Sweet
sing-ing in the choir. |