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