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WASSAIL 1
Wassail ! wassail! all over the toun, Our toast it is white, and our ale it is broun ; Our bowl it is made of a Maplin tree ; We be good fellows all;—I drink to thee.
Here's to our horse and to his right ear, God send our measter a happy new year : A happy new year as e'er he did see— With my wassailing bowl I 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.
Here's to our cow, and to her long tail, God send our measter 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.
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.
1 Gloucestershire. Tune in " Popular Music."
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