Oh the Holly and the Ivy, When they were 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 all in the choir. ( (Oh sweet signing all in the choir.) The holly bears the blossom, As white as the lily flower, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To be our sweet Saviour. Chorus The holly bears a berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good: Chorus The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas day in the morn. Chorus 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, and the running of the deer, the playing of the merry organ, sweet singing all in the choir. ( (Oh sweet signing all in the choir.)