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GLOUCESTERSHIRE WASSAIL (Traditional English) 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 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. ************* THE GLOUCESTSHIRE WASSAIL (Long version) Traditional (first published in the Oxford Book of Carols 1928) 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 may we 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. (Contributed by =Ae= - January 2009)

    


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