O 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 lily flower, and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To be our sweet Saviour.
The holly bears a berry, as red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good.
The holly bears a prickle, as sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas Day in the morn.
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