Gather all the green in winter
Ivy, oak and holly crowns
Yuletide lore in hidden hedgerows
Shading lords and ladies gowns
Underneath is frosty ground
Gather all and sing for winter
Holly wears his crown of thorns
Oak he wears his leaves so golden
Both blow on a hunters horn
Soon the new year will be born
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