1 Green groweth the holly, <br />2 So doth the ivy. <br />3 Though winter blasts blow never so high, <br />4 Green groweth the holly. <br /> <br />5 As the holly groweth green <br />6 And never changeth hue, <br />7 So I am, ever hath been, <br />8 Unto my lady true. <br /> <br />9 As the holly groweth green <br />10 With ivy all alone <br />11 When flowers cannot be seen <br />12 And greenwood leaves be gone, <br /> <br />13 Now unto my lady <br />14 Promise to her I make, <br />15 From all other only <br />16 To her I me betake. <br /> <br />17 Adieu, mine own lady, <br />18 Adieu, my special <br />19 Who hath my heart truly <br />20 Be sure, and ever shall.<br /><br />Henry VIII, King of England<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-groweth-the-holly/
