| The holly and the ivy
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| When they are both full grown
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| Of all the trees that are in the wood
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| The holly bears the crown
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| The holly bears a blossom
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| As white as lily flower
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| And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
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| To be our sweet Savior
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| Oh, the rising of the sun
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| And the running of the deer
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| The playing of the merry organ
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| And the singing of the choir
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| Though the maples sway and always stray
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| The farthest from the ground
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| Still the greatest is the lowest made
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| The holly wears the crown
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| The holly bears a berry
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| As red as any blood
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| And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
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| To do us sinners good
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| Oh, the rising of the sun
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| And the running of the deer
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| The playing of the merry organ
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| And the singing of the choir
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| Though the maples sway and always stray
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| The farthest from the ground
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| Still the greatest is the lowest made
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| The holly wears the crown
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| Though the maples sway and always stray
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| The farthest from the ground
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| Still the greatest is the lowest made
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| The holly and the ivy
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| Now both are full well grown
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| Of all trees that are in the wood
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| The holly bears the crown |