The Wassail Song

Here we come a-wassailing

Among the leaves so green

Here we come a-wand'ring

So fair to be seen

Love and joy come to you

And to you your wassail, too

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year

We are not daily beggers

That beg from door to door,

But we are neighbors' children

Whom you have seen before

Love and joy come to you

And to you your wassail, too

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year

Good master and good mistress

As you sit beside the fire

Pray think of us poor children

Who wander in the mire

Love and joy come to you

And to you your wassail, too

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year

We have a little purse

Made of ratching leather skin

We want some of your small change

To line it well within

Love and joy come to you

And to you your wassail, too

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year

Bring us out a table

And spread it with a cloth

Bring us out a cheese

And of your Christmas loaf

Love and joy come to you

And to you your wassail, too

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year

God bless the master of this house

Likewise the mistress too

And all the little children

That round the table go

Love and joy come to you

And to you your wassail, too

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year