Yule Wassailing Songs

Apple Tree Wassail

This is part of an old English ritual to renew the fertility of the family apple tree. Dance around the tree in a circle, raising energy by singing the carol. After the verse, peak the power into the tree by shouting the blessing at the end. The ritual also includes watering the tree with a wassail libation.

Old apple tree we’ll wassail thee
And hoping thou wilt bear.
The Lord does know where we shall be
To be merry another year.
To blow well and to bear well,
And so merry let us be.
Let ev’ry man drink up his cup
-Here’s health to the old apple tree!
Capfuls! Hatfuls! Baskets full!
Bushels full! Barrels full! Barn floors full!
And a little heap under the stairs!

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.

chorus:
Fol the dol, fol the dol de dol,
Fol the dol de dol, fol the dol de dee.
Fol the dol de dol, fol the dol de dee.
Fol the der- o, fol the daddy,
Sing tu re lye do.

We know by the moon that we are not too soon,
And we know by the sun that we are not done.
We know by the stars that we are not too far
And we know by the ground that we are within sound.

Our wassail is made of an elderberry bough
And so, my good neighbor, 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 we hope you’ll have ten
So we can have cider when we call again.

Here’s our wassail boys, roving weary and cold,
Drop a bit of small silver into our old bowl.
And if we’re alive for another New Year
Perhaps we may come and see who do live here.

Wassail, Wassail, All Over the Town

Wassail, wassail, all over the town!
Our toast it is white, and our ale it is brown.
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree.
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee.

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek,
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef.
And a good piece of beef that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee.

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie.
And a good Christmas pie that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee.

So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn,
Pray God send our master a good crop of corn.
And a good crop of corn that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee.

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear,
Pray God send our master a happy New Year.
And a happy New Year as e’er he did see,
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee.

And here is to Colly and to her long tail,
Pray God send our master he never may fail.
A bowl of strong beer; I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it’s then you shall hear.

Come, butler, come fill us a bowl of the best,
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest.
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small,
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.

Then here’s to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the lock.
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in.

A Traditional Wassail Song

Chorus:

Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wandering so fairly to be seen.
Now is wintertime 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 gray 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 it’s made of leather skin,
A little silver sixpence, it would line it well within.
Now is wintertime and strangers travel far and near,
And we wish you, send you a happy New Year.

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