The holly and the ivy
 
 When they are both full grown
 
 Of all the trees out in the wood
 
 The holly bears the crown
 
  
  O the rising of the Sun
 
 And the running of the deer
 
 And the playing of merry organ
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
  
 
 The holly bears a blossom
 
 As bright as a lily flower
 
 And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
 
 Bloomed forth in sweet colour
  
 
 O the rising of the Sun
 
 And the running of the deer
 
 And the playing of merry organ
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
  
 
 The holly bears a berry
 
 As red as any blood
 
 And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
 
 Embodied humble love
  
 
 O the rising of the Sun
 
 And the running of the deer
 
 And the playing of merry organ
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
  
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all can hear
 
 Sweet singing, all
  
 
 O the rising of the Sun
 
 And the running of the deer
 
 And the playing of merry organ
 
 Sweet singing all can hear
 
 Sweet singing all can hear