Wassail! Wassail! All over the town Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown Our bowl it is made out of the green maple tree In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee Here's a house to the arts and to his right eye May God send our master a good Christmas pie A good Christmas pie is there I did see In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee Here's a health to the ox and to his right horn Pray God send our master a good crop of corn A good crop of corn is there I did see In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee Here's to health to the maiden in the lily white smock Who drips to the door and slips back the lock Who drips to the door and pulls back the pin To let these jolly Wassailers walk in Come butler, come bring us a bowl of your best And I pray in Heaven your soul it may rest But if you do bring us a bowl of the small May devil take butler, bowl and all Wassail! Wassail! All over the time Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown Our bowl it is made of the green maple tree In the Wassail bowl, we'll drink unto thee