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The Holly
In ancient times
Holly was thought to
be magical
because of its shiny
leaves and its
ability to bear
fruit even in the
cold winter months.
The Romans later
brought the Holly to
England,
where it was
considered sacred.
In medieval times
Holly became the
subject of many
Christmas carols.
Some of these carols
gave the Holly,
along with the Ivy,
sexual identities.
Holly was male and
Ivy female. While
more religious songs
and poems portrayed
the Holly berry as a
symbol of Christ.
Some believe that
the Holly plant
represent
immortality. It
represents the crown
of thorns worn by
our Savior. And the
red holly berries
represent blood shed
by Him.
The
Ivy
In pagan times Ivy
was closely
associated with
Bacchus, the god of
wine, and played a
big part in all
festivals in which
he figured. English
tavernkeepers
adopted the Ivy as a
symbol and featured
it on their signs.
However, the Ivys
festive past has not
kept it from being
incorporated into
modern day Christian
celebrations

The
Holly and The Ivy
When they are both
full grown, Of all
trees that are in
the wood, The holly
bears the crown:
O, 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 flow'r,
And Mary bore sweet
Jesus Christ, To be
our dear Saviour:
Refrain
The holly bears a
berry, As red as any
blood,
And Mary bore sweet
Jesus Christ, To do
poor sinners good:
Refrain
The holly bears a
prickle, As sharp as
any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet
Jesus Christ, On
Christmas Day in the
morn: Refrain
The holly bears a
bark, As bitter as
the gall,
And Mary bore sweet
Jesus Christ, For to
redeem us all:
Refrain
The holly and the
ivy, When they are
both full grown, Of
all trees that are
in the wood, The
holly bears the
crown: Refrain

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Green
Grow'th The
Holly
"Attributed
to King
Henry V111"
1. Green
grow’th the
holly
So doth the
ivy
Though
winter
blasts blow
na’er so
high
Green
grow’th the
holly
2. Gay
are the
flowers
Hedgerows
and
ploughlands
The days
grow longer
in the sun
Soft fall
the showers
3. Full
gold the
harvest
Grain for
thy labor
With God
must work
for daily
bread
Else, man,
thou
starvest
4. Fast
fall the
shed leaves
Russet and
yellow
But resting
buds are
smug and
safe
Where swung
the dead
leaves
5. Green
grow’th the
holly
So doth the
ivy
The God of
life can
never die
Hope! Saith
the holly
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