Sweet singing in the quoir.
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus
To redeem us all.
O, the rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the quoir.”
You may know the tune of these words, for it is to be found in the Carol Book. It is lovely, and when it comes to the lines—