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
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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
Fol dedol dol dedol
Dol dedol dol de dol
Fol de de ro Fol de da ri
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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
Fol dedol dol dedol
Dol dedol dol de dol
Fol de de ro Fol de da ri
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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
Fol dedol dol dedol
Dol dedol dol de dol
Fol de de ro Fol de da ri
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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
Fol dedol dol dedol
Dol dedol dol de dol
Fol de de ro Fol de da ri
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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
Fol dedol dol dedol
Dol dedol dol de dol
Fol de de ro Fol de da ri
Sing too ra li o