Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard

Wassail, wassail, all over the town The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown
The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley

Oh, master and missus, are you all within? Pray open the door and let us come in
Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the trav'lers who walk through the mire

Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come in?
Oh, master and missus, it is our desire, a good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire

There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her, he didn't know how
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us no harm

The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go singing wassail
Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone Bless all in this house until we come again
Bless all in this house 'till we come again!