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Title
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Wassailers' song
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown.
Our bowl is made of a maple tree,
We be good fellows all; I drink to thee.
Verse 2
Here's to our horse and to his right ear,
God send our Master a happy New Year
A happy New Year as e'er he did see -
With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
Verse 3
Here's to our mare and to his right eye,
God send our mistress a good Christmas pie,
A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see -
With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
Verse 4
Here's to our cow, and his merry long tail,
God send our measter us never may fail
Of a cup of good beer; I pray you draw near
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
Verse 5
Be there any maids? I suppose here be some;
Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
Sing hey, O maids! Come trole back the pin,
And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.
Verse 6
Come butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best,
I hope your soul in heaven will rest;
But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,
Then down shall fall butler, and bowl, and all.
