Wassail, wassail all over the town!
Our toast it is white and our ale it is
brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to
thee!
Drink to thee, drink to
thee,
With the wassailing-bowl we'll
drink to thee!
So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek!
Pray God send our master a good piece of
beef,
And a good piece of beef that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to
thee!
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye!
Pray God send our master a good Christmas
pie,
A good Christmas pie that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to
thee!
So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad
horn!
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to
thee!
And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear!
Pray God send our master a happy New Year,
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to
thee!
And here is to Colly and to her long tail!
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall
hear.
Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may
rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.
Be here any maids? I suppose here be
some;
Sure they will not let young men stand on the
cold stone!
Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin,
And the fairest maid in the house let us all
in.
Then here's to the maid in the lily-white
smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the
lock;
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the
pin,
For to let these jolly wassailers in.
Wassail! Wassail all over the town!
Our toast it is white and our ale it is
brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple
tree;
With the wassailing-bowl, we'll drink to
thee!
Drink to thee, drink to thee,
With the wassailing-bowl we'll drink to thee.
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