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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 a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee,
Drink to thee, drink to thee,
With a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.
And 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 a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee,
Drink to thee, etc.
And here is to Dobbin, and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a Christmas pie,
And a good Christmas pie, that may we all see,
With a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee,
Drink to thee, etc.
And here is to Broad May, and to her broad horn,
Pray God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn, that may we all see,
With a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee,
Drink to thee, etc.
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 a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee,
Drink to thee, etc.
And here is to Colly, and to her long tail,
Pray God send our master, he never may fail,
A bowl of strong beer; I pray you draw near,
And a jolly wassail it's then you shall hear,
Then you shall hear, etc.,
Come, butler, come fill us a bowl of the best,
And 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,
Bowl and all, etc.
And 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,
Wassailers in, wassailers in
For to let these jolly wassailers in.
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