wassail
wassail
all over the town. the cup
it is white and the ale
it is brown
the cup
it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley
oh
master and missus
are you all within? pray open the door and let us come in
oh
master and missus who sit by the fire
pray think of the trav'lers who walk through the mire
oh
where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come in?
oh
master and missus
it is our desire
a good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire
there was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her
he didn't know how
he built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us no harm
the girt dog of langport
he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go singing wassail
oh
master and missus
now we must be gone. bless all in this house until we come again
bless all in this house till we come again!