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