Wassail Song

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.

Maid, Maid, Maid, with your silver-headed pin,

Open the door and let us all come in

And then you will see how merry we will be.

For it's your wassail, etc.

We have not come here for to eat and to drink

But to keep up the custom for another year.

Come fill up our bowl and we'll be gone from here

For it's your wassail, etc.

Maid maid maid with your silver headed pin

Open the door and let us all come in

And then you will see how merry we will be

For it's your wassail, etc.

Miss Quick. Drayton. Sept. 1903