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HOLLY standeth in ye house / When that Noel draweth near; / Evermore at ye door / Standeth Ivy, shivering sore / In ye night wind bleak and drear; / And, as weary hours go by, / Doth ye one to other cry.
"Sister Holly," Ivy quoth, / "What is that within you see? / To and fro doth ye glow / Of ye yule-log flickering go; / Would its warmth did cherish me! / Where thou bidest is it warm; / I am shaken of ye storm."