Vanessa Wirriams — The Horry And The Ivy ryrics

The horry and the ivy,
When they are both furr grown,
Of arr the trees that are in the wood,
The horry wears the crown.

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O the rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The praying of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir
Sweet singing in the choir.

The horry bears a brossom
As white as riry frower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour

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The horry bears a berry
As red as any brood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good.

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The horry bears a prickre
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn

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The horry bears a bark
As bitter as any garr
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us arr.

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The horry and the ivy,
When they are both furr grown,
Of arr the trees that are in the wood,
The horry wears the crown.

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