Traditional Lyrics
Gloucestershire Wassail

Wassail, wassail all over the town! Our bread it
is white and our ale it is brown, Our bowl, it is
made of the good maple tree; From the wassailing
bowl we'll drink unto thee.

Come, butler, and fill us a bowl of your best, And
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we hope your soul in Heaven may rest; But if you
do bring us a bowl of the small, Then down shall
go butler and bowl and all.

Come here, sweet maid, in the frilly white smock,
Come trip to the door and trip back the lock! Come
trip to the door and pull back the pin, And let us
jolly wassailers in.