A wassail, a wassail all over the town
Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown
Our cup it is made of the white maple tree
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee
O master and mistress, oh are you within?
Pray open the door-knob and let us come in
O master and mistress sitting down by the fire
See us wassailers a travelling the mire
There was an old man and he had an old cow
And how to keep her, he didnt know how
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm
And a drop of strong beer would do us no harm.
Heres to the maid in the lilly white frock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back on the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back on the pin
For to let us jolly wassailers in.