Bing Crosby
What Child Is This? / The Holly and the Ivy
What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through
The Cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, king, to own him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him
Raise, raise the song on high
The Virgin sing her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary
(Chorus)
Oh, 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 sweet savior

(Chorus)
The holly bears a berry as red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good

(Chorus)
The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn

(Chorus)
The holly bears a bark as bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all