Harry Secombe The Holly And The Ivy Lyrics

The Holly and the Ivy
When they are both full grown.
O-of all the trees that are in the wood
The-e holly bears the crown.

Oh the rising of the su-un
And the running of the deer.
The-e playing of the merry organ
Swee-eet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower.
A-and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To-oo be our sweet Savior.

Oh the rising of the su-un
And the running of the deer.
The-e playing of the merry organ
Swee-eet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood.
A-and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To-oo do poor sinners good.

Oh the rising of the su-un And the running of the deer.
The-e playing of the merry organ
Swee-eet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn.
A-and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
O-on Christmas day in the morn'.

Oh the rising of the su-un
And the running of the deer.
The-e playing of the merry organ
Swee-eet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a bar-ark
As bitter as any gall.
A-and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For-or to redeem us all.

Oh the rising of the su-un
And the running of the deer.
The-e playing of the merry organ
Swee-eet singing in the choir...