Holly Wreath

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Oh 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
Oh 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 berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
Oh 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 prickle
As sharp as any thorn;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
Oh 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 bark
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all.
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ

The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet Singing In The Choir

The wreath that has been on the front door every Christmas for the past two decades is among the decorations that are currently trapped in the garage under a stack of boxes. So I’ve bought one from a charity shop for 50p, and here it is.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=l7eHtDtZ7hs