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