| Here we come a-wassailing
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| Among the leaves so green,
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| Here we come a wand’ring,
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| So fair to be seen.
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| Chorus
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| Love and joy come to you,
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| And to your wassail too,
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| And God bless you and send you a happy new year,
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| And God send you a happy new year.
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| We are not daily beggars
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| Who beg from door to door,
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| But we are neighbor’s children
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| Whom you have seen before.
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| Chorus
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| Love and joy come to you,
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| And to your wassail too,
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| And God bless you and send you a happy new year,
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| And God send you a happy new year.
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| We have a little purse
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| Made of ratching leather skin;
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| We want some of your small change
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| To line it well within.
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| Chorus
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| Love and joy come to you,
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| And to your wassail too,
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| And God bless you and send you a happy new year,
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| And God send you a happy new year.
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| God bless the Master of this house,
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| Likewise the Mistress too;
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| And all the little children
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| That round the table go.
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| Chorus
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| Love and joy come to you,
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| And to your wassail too,
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| And God bless you and send you a happy new year,
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| And God send you a happy new year. |