Lyrics Wassail, Wassail - Mannheim Steamroller

Wassail, Wassail

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