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We've been a while a-wandering among the leaves so green,
But now we come a-wassailing so plainly to be seen.
For it's Christmas time, when we travel far and near,
May God bless you, and send you a Happy New Year.
We are not daily beggars that beg from door to door,
But we are neighbors' children that you have seen before.
We've got a little purse made of stretching leather skin,
We want a little money to line it well within.
Call up the butler of this house, put on his golden ring,
Let him bring us up a glass of beer, the better we shall sing.
So bring us out a table and spread it with a cloth,
And bring us out a mouldy cheese and then your Christmas loaf.
Good master and good mistress, while you're sitting by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children that's wandered in the mire.
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