歌词
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
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
Here's a health to the ox and to his right eye
May God send our master a good Christmas pie
A good Christmas pie as e'er 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 as e'er I did see
In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee
Here's a health to the maid in the lily white smock
Who trips to the door and slips back the lock
Who trips 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 that in heaven your soul it may rest
But if you do bring us a bowl of the small
May the devil take butler, bowl and all
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the green maple tree
