Repertoire

The holly and the ivy,
Now they are 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 in the choir.

The holly bears a blossom,
As white as the lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
to be our sweet Savior.

The rising of the sun...

The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good.

The rising of the sun...

The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
on Christmas day in the morn.

The rising of the sun...