Somerset Gloucestershire Wassail Lyrics

Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and
the ale, it is brown.
The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of
the finest barley.

Oh, master and missus, are you all within? Pray open the door
and let us come in.
Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the
trav'lers who walk through the mire.

Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door
and let us come in?
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and a toast by the fire.

There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep
her, he didn't know how.
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good
cider will do us no harm.

The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the
night we go singing wassail.
Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone. Bless all in this
house until we come again.
Bless all in this house 'till we come again!