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

O the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a blossom

As white as lily flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour

O the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly and the ivy

Now both are full well grown,

Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.

O the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir