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    | The Holly And The Ivy 
 
 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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 There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays
 
 
 Oh, there’s no place like
 home for the holidays,
 ‘Cause no matter how far away you roam
 When you pine for the sunshine
 Of a friendly face
 For the holidays, you can’t beat
 Home, sweet home.
 
 I met a man who lives in Tennessee
 And he was headin’ for Pennsylvania
 And some home made pumpkin pie
 From Pennsylvania folks a travelin’ down
 To Dixie’s sunny shore
 From Atlantic to Pacific, gee
 The traffic is terrific.
 
 Oh there's no place like home
 For the holidays, ‘cause no matter
 How far away you roam
 If you want
 To be happy in a million ways
 For the holidays, you can’t beat
 Home, sweet home.
 
 
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