The Gloucestershire Wassail

Wassail! Wassail! All over the town
Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made out of the green maple tree
In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee

Here's a house to the arts and to his right eye
May God send our master a good Christmas pie
A good Christmas pie is there I did see
In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee

Here's a health to the ox and to his right horn
Pray God send our master a good crop of corn
A good crop of corn is there I did see
In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee

Here's to health to the maiden in the lily white smock
Who drips to the door and slips back the lock
Who drips to the door and pulls back the pin
To let these jolly Wassailers walk in

Come butler, come bring us a bowl of your best
And I pray in Heaven your soul it may rest
But if you do bring us a bowl of the small
May devil take butler, bowl and all

Wassail! Wassail! All over the time
Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the green maple tree
In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee