Wassail, wassail, all over the town.
The cup it is white, the ale it is brown;
The cupit is made of the good ashen tree
And so is the ale of the best barley.
For it's your wassail and our wassail,
Ay, a jolly come to and a jolly wassail.
There was an old man and he had an old cow
And how for to keep him he didn't know how.
He built up a barn to keep his cow warm.
No harm, boys, harm, no harm, boys, harm,
A cup of good liquor will do us no harm.
0 missus and the master a-sitting by the fire
Not thinking on poor travellers a-travelling in the mire,
Come fill up our bowl and we'll be gone from
For it's our wassail, etc.