Is to hear the robin’s song.
’Tis the merriest sound upon earth or sea:
For it comes from our own Aunt Mary’s tree.
So, of all that grows by the king’s highway,
I love that tree the best;
’Tis a bower for the birds upon Christmas Day,
The bush of the bleeding breast.
O! the holly with her drops of blood for me:
For that is our sweet Aunt Mary’s tree.