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.
O the rusing of the sun, and the running of the deer,
The laying of the merry organ, sweet singing all in the choir,
The holly bears a berry, as red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus, to do poor sinners good.
The holly bears a blossom, as white as lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus, to be our sweet Saviour.
The holly bears a bark, as bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus, for to redeem us all.
The holly bears a prickle, as sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus, on Christmas Day in the morn.
Oh the holly bears a flower, as white as any milk,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus all wrapped up in silk.
O espírito folk do Natal no azevinho, na hera e no veado.