Gloucestershire Wassail lyrics

CHORUS

Wassail! wassail! all over the town,

Our toast it is white

and our ale it is brown;

Our bowl it is made

of the white maple tree;

With the wassailing bowl,

we'll drink to thee.

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.

So here is to Cherry

and to his right cheek

Pray God send our master

a good piece of beef

And a good piece of beef

that we may all see

With the wassailing bowl,

we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our mare,

and to her 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.

So here is to Broad Mary

and to her broad horn

May God send our master

a good crop of corn

And a good crop of corn

that may we all see

With the wassailing bowl,

we'll drink to thee.

And here is to Fillpail

and to her left ear

Pray God send our master

a happy New Year

And a happy New Year

as e'er he did see

With the wassailing bowl,

we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our cow,

and to her long tail,

God send our master

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.

Come butler,

come fill us a bowl of the best

Then we hope that your soul

in heaven may rest

But if you do draw us

a bowl of the small

Then down shall go butler,

bowl and all.

Be here 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.

Then here's to the maid

in the lily white smock

Who tripped to the door

and slipped back the lock

Who tripped to the door

and pulled back the pin

For to let these jolly wassailers in.