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05:12, 18 March 2005 The holy and the ivy, now they are both well grown
Of all the trees within the wood, the holy bears the crown
O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir
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
O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a berry, as red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, to do poor sinners good
O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir
Sweet singing in the choir
The holy bears a prickle, as sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, on Christmas day in the morn
O the rising of the sun, the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweat singing in the choir
Sweet singing in the choir