Green groweth the holly, so doth the ivy
Though winter blasts blow never so high
Green groweth the holly
As the holly groweth green and never changeth hue
So am I ever hath been, unto my lady true
As the holly groweth green with ivy all alone
When flowers cannot be seen and greenwood leaves be gone
Now unto my lady, promise to her I make
From all others only to her I me betake
Adieu my own lady, adieu my special
Who hath my heart truly, be sure and ever shall
Green groweth the holly, so doth the ivy
Though winter blasts blow nevеr so high
Green groweth the holly