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8. THE HOLLY AND THE IVY
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.
REFRAIN:
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 any flower.
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet Saviour.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do our sinners good.
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