The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
O, I
am green in Winter~time, When other trees are brown; Of all the trees (So saith the rhyme) The holly bears the crown. December days are drawing near. When I shall come to town, And carol-boys go singing clear Of all the trees (O hush and hear!) The holly bears the crown! For who so well-beloved and merry As the scarlet Holly Berry? |