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Title
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Cricklade Wassailers' song
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Singer
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Harvey, Henry [Wassail]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Wassail, wassail, all over the town,
Our toast is white and our ale it is brown,
Our bowl is made of a sycamore tree,
And so is good beer of the best barley.
Verse 2
Here's to ox, and to his long horn;
May God send our maester a good crop o' corn;
A good crop o' corn, and another o' hay,
To pass the cold wintry winds away.
Verse 3
Here's to the ox, and to his right ear,
May God send our maester a happy New Year,
A happy New Year, as we all med see -
And a wassailing bowl we drink unto thee.
Verse 4
Here's to old Jerry, and to her right eye,
May God send our mistress a good Christmas pie,
A good christmas pie, as we all may see -
And a wassailing bowl we will drink unto thee.
Verse 5
Come, pretty maidens - I suppose there are some,
Never let us poor young men stand on the cold stone;
The stones they are cold, and our shoes they are thin,
The fairest maid in the house let us come in,
Let us come in, and see how you do -
Maid
Yes, if you will, and welcome, too.
Verse 6
Here's to the maid, and the rosemary tree,
The ribbons are wanted, and that you can see;
The ribbons are wanted, and that you can see -
With our wassailing bowl we will drink unto thee.
Verse 7
Now, boteler, come fill us a bowl o' the best,
And we hope that thy soul in heaven will rest;
But if you do bring us a bowl o' the small,
Then down shall go boteler, bowl and all,
Then down shall go boteler, bowl and all.
Verse 8
Now, maester and mistress, if you are within,
Send down some of your merry, merry men,
That we may eat and drink before the clock strikes ten,
Our jolly wassail;
When joy comes unto our jolly wassail.
