SOMERSET WASSAIL



Wassail and 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 best barley



For its your wassail and its our wassail

And its joy be to you and a jolly wassail



Oh master and missus, are you all within?

Pray open the door and let us come in

O master and missus a-sitting by the fire

Pray think on us poor travelers, a traveling in the mire



Oh where is the maid with the silver-headed pin

To open the door and let us come in

Oh master and missus, it is our desire

A good loaf and cheese 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 or two of cider will do us no harm



The girt dog of Langport he burnt his long tail

And this is the night we go singing wassail

O master and missus now we must be gone

God bless all in this house until we do come again



@seasonal @ritual @drink @plant @animal

collected by Cecil Sharp

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