WASSAIL

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.