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      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 a lily flower   And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ   For to be our sweet Savior      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 berry   As red as any blood   And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ   For to do us sinners good      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 bark   As bitter as any gall   And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ   For to redeem us all      The rising of the sun   The running of the deer   The playing of the merry organ   Sweet singing in the choir      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      The rising of the sun   And the running of the deer   The playing of the merry organ   Sweet singing in the choir      The rising of the sun   The running of the deer   The playing of the merry organ   Sweet singing in the choir   Sweet singing in the choir   Sweet singing in the choir