Wassail Song
Nightpath's Songs and Chants
Chorus:
Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wandering so fairly to be seen.
Now is winter time and strangers travel far and near,
And we wish you, send you a happy New Year.
Bud and blossom, bud and blossom, bud and bloom and bear,
So we may have plenty of cider all next year.
Baskets full and barrels full, and bushels, bags and bowls,
And the cider running out of every gutter hole.
Chorus
Down here in the muddy lane there sits an old grey fox,
A-starving and a-shivering, and licking his old chops.
Brings us up a table and set it if you please,
And give us hungry wassailers a bit of bread and cheese.
Chorus
I have a little purse and its made of leather skin,
A little silver sixpence, it would line it well within.
Now is winter time and strangers travel far and near,
And we wish you, send you a happy New Year.