Who will buy my holly said the poor mother at the door.
It will help buy food for my family who are very poor.
Who will buy my holly said the poor mum in the street.
It will help me clothe my family and put shoes upon their feet.
Who will buy my holly with berries so red and bright.
It will help bed my children so they can sleep a peaceful night.
Who will buy my mistletoe with berries as white as snow.
It will help keep my family warm as they watch the embers glow.
Who will buy my ivy with leaves of varid green. It will help my
family enjoy Christmas, the best it's ever been.

sylvia spencer

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