Wassail, and wassail, all over the town!
Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree,
And so is the beer of the best barley.
For it's your wassail, and it's out wassail,
And it's joy be to you and a jolly wassail
The roads are very muddy, my shoes are very thin
Have you got a pocket to put a penny in?
If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do
If you haven't got a ha'penny then god bless you.
Apple blossom, apple blossom, apple blossom beer,
So we may have apples for cider next year;
Barrelfuls and binfuls, till they overflow,
And the cider runs out of every gutter hole.
There was an old farmer who had an old cow.
He wanted to milk her but did not know how.
He built up his barn to keep his cow warm
And another glass of cider won't do me any harm.
God bless the master of the house, likewise the mistress too,
And all the little children that round the table go
We'll have a piece of cheese and a pint of good beer,
Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year.