Classic Poem

Alleluia, alleluia,
Alleluia, now sing we.

Here comes holly that is so gent,
To please all men is his intent.
Alleluia.

But lord and lady of this hall,
Whosoever ageinst holly call—
Alleluia.

Whosoever ageinst holly do crye
In a lepe shall he hang full hye.

Alleluia.

Whosoever ageinst holly do sing,
He maye wepe and handes wring.