Love Is Like The Wild Rose-Briar, Friendship Like The Holly-Tree, The Holly Is Dark When The Rose-Briar Blooms But Which Will Bloom Most Contantly? The Wild-Rose Briar Is Sweet In The Spring, Its Summer Blossoms Scent The Air; Yet Wait Till Winter Comes Again And Who Wil Call The Wild-Briar Fair? Then Scorn The Silly Rose-Wreath Now And Deck Thee With The Holly'S Sheen, That When December Blights Thy Brow He May Still Leave Thy Garland Green.