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

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 dear savior

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir

Ah, ah, beautiful is the mother

Ah, ah, beautiful is her Son

Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella

Bring a torch, come swiftly and run

Christ is born, tell the folk of the village

Jesus is sleeping in his cradle

Ah, ah, beautiful is the mother

Ah, ah, beautiful is her Son

Hasten now, good folk of the village

Hasten now, the Christ child to see

You will find him asleep in the manger

Quietly come and whisper softly

Hush, hush, peacefully now he slumbers

Hush, hush, peacefully now he sleeps

The holly bears a berry

As red as any blood

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ

To do poor sinners good

The rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing in the choir