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The Holly and The Ivy The holly and the ivy,When they are both full grownOf all the trees that are in the woodThe holly bears the crownO the rising of the sunAnd the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organSweet singing of the choir.The holly bears a blossomAs white as lily flowerAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristTo be our sweet SaviourO the rising of the sunAnd the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organSweet singing of the choir.The holly bears a berryAs red as any bloodAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristTo do poor sinners goodO the rising of the sunAnd the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organSweet singing of the choir.The holly bears a prickleAs sharp as any thorn;And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristOn Christmas Day in the morn.O the rising of the sunAnd the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organSweet singing of the choir.The holly bears a barkAs bitter as any gall;And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristFor to redeem us all.O the rising of the sunAnd the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organSweet singing of the choir.The holly and the ivyNow both are full well grown,Of all the trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown.O the rising of the sunAnd the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organSweet singing of the choir.
1 comment:
I love this poem and have a holly tree right outside the door at this time of year I love it but at other times it can drive you nuts
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