Lyrics

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 a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Drink to thee, drink to thee. With a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek Pray God send out master a good piece of beef And a good piece of beef that we all may see With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Drink to thee, drink to thee. 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 And a good Christmas pie that we may all see With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Drink to thee, drink to thee. With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn May God send our master a good crop of corn And a good crop of corn that we may all see With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Drink to thee, drink to thee. 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 Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Here's a health to the ox and to his long tail, Pray God send our master a good cask of ale, A good cask of ale as e'er I did see, With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee 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. Wassailers in, wassailers in. For to let these jolly wassailers in. Wassailers in, wassailers in. For to let these jolly wassailers in.
Writer(s): Hawley Ades, Fred Waring Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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