Songs > Gower Wassail

 A-wassail, A-wassail throughout all this town
Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown
Our wassail is made of the good ale and true
Some nutmeg and ginger, it’s the best we can brew

Fol the dol, fol the dol de dol, etc.

Our wassail is made of an elderberry bough
And so, my good neighbour, we’ll drink unto thou
Besides all of that, you’ll 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 we may have cider when we call next year
And where you’ve one barrel I hope you’ll have ten
So we can have cider when we call again

We know by the moon that we are not too soon
We know by the sky that we are not too high
We know by the stars that we are not too far
We know by the ground that we are within sound

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 maiden 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 down into our bowl
And if we survive for another new year
Perhaps we may call and see who does live here