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A-wassail, a-wassail throughout all the town |
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Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown |
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Our wassail is made of the good ale and cake |
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Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we could bake |
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Fol dedol dol dedol Dol dedol dol de dol |
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Fol de de ro Fol de da ri |
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Sing too ra li o |
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Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough |
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And so my good neighbors we'll drink unto thou |
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Besides all on earth, you have apples in store |
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Pray let us come in for it's cold by the door |
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We hope that your apple trees prosper and bear |
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So that we may have cider when we call next year |
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And where you have one barrel we hope you'll have ten |
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So that we may have cider when we call again |
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There's a master and a mistress sitting down by the fire |
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While we poor wassail boys stand here in the mire |
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Come you pretty maid with your silver headed pin |
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Pray open the door and let us come in |
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It's we poor wassail boys so weary and cold |
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Please drop some small silver into our bowl |
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And if we survive for another new year |
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Perhaps we may call and see who does live here |
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We know by the moon that we are not too soon |
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And we know by the sky that we are not too high |
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And we know by the star that we are not too far |
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And we know by the ground that we are within sound |
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Chorus |
