| Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard
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| Wassail, wassail, all over the town. |
| The cup, it is white and the ale,
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| it is brown
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| The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest
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| barley
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| Oh, master and missus, are you all within? |
| Pray open the door and let us come in
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| Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the trav’lers who walk
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| through the mire
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| Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come
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| in?
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| Oh, master and missus, it is our desire, a good loaf and cheese and a toast by
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| the fire
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| There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her,
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| he didn’t know how
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| He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us
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| no harm
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| The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go
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| singing wassail
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| Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone. |
| Bless all in this house until we
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| come again
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| Bless all in this house 'till we come again! |