The Holly and the Ivy

Steeleye Span

Oh, the holly and the ivy
Now they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly tree bears the crown
Oh, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
Oh, the holly tree bears a blossom
As white as any milk
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
All wrapped up in silk
Oh, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
Oh, the holly tree bears a berry
As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all
Oh, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
Oh, the holly tree bears a prickle
As sharp as a thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn
Oh, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
Oh, the holly and the ivy
Now they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly tree bears the crown
Oh, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir