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The holly and the ivy, |
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When they are both full grown, |
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Of all the trees that are in the wood, |
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The holly bears the crown. |
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CHORUS: |
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O the rusing of the sun, |
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And the running of the deer, |
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The laying of the merry organ, |
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Sweet singing all in the choir, |
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The holly bears a berry, |
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As red as any blood, |
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And Mary bore sweet Jesus, |
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To do poor sinners good. |
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CHORUS |
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The holly bears a blossom, |
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As white as lily flower, |
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And Mary bore sweet Jesus, |
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To be our sweet Saviour. |
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CHORUS |
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The holly bears a bark, |
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As bitter as any gall, |
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And Mary bore sweet Jesus, |
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For to redeem us all |
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CHORUS |
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The holly bears a prickle, |
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As sharp as any thorn, |
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And Mary bore sweet Jesus, |
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On Christmas Day in the morn. |
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CHORUS |
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Oh the holly bears a flower, |
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As white as any milk, |
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And Mary bore sweet Jesus |
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All wrapped up in silk. |
