The Holy Well. Sweet Jesus, go down to yonder town And take away those sinful souls, And dip them deep in hell. Nay, nay、 sweet Jesus said, 37 4 THE HOLLY AND THE IVY. The Holly and the Ivy, Now both are full well grown; Of all the trees that spring in wood, The holly bears the crown. The holly bears a blossom As white as a lily flow'r; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To be our sweet Saviour. The holly bears a berry As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good. The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ The holly bears a bark As bitter as any gall, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ For to redeem us all. The holly and the ivy Now are both well grown; Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. Holly and his merry men They dancen and they sing; Ivy and her maidens They weepen and they wring. Ivy hath a kybe,* Nay, ivy, nay, etc. She caught it with the cold; So mot they all have ae,† That with ivy hold. Nay, ivy, nay, etc. * Chapped skin. † So may all have. The nightingale, the popinjay, The gentle laverock. Good ivy, Nay, ivy, nay, etc. What birdés hast thou? None but the howlet That krey *( How, how." Nay, ivy, nay, It shall not be, I wis; Let holly have the mastery, * Cries. Ane Sang of the Birth of Christ. 41 ANE SANG OF THE BIRTH OF CHRIST. A SCOTCH CAROL. I come from hevin to tell This day to yow is borne ane childe My saull and lyfe, stand up and see O God, that made all creature, O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit, |