Текст песни «The Gloucestershire Wassail» от Christmas Songs

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Christmas Songs - "The Gloucestershire Wassail"

Lyrics to The Gloucestershire Wassail :

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 , well drink to thee.



Heres to our horse, and to his right ear,

God send our master a happy new year:

A happy new year as eer he did see,

With my wassailing bowl I 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, well drink to thee.



Heres to our mare, and to her right eye,

God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;

A good Christmas pie as eer I did see,

With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.



So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn

May God send our master a good crop of corn

And a good crop of corn that may we all see

With the wassailing bowl, well 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 eer he did see

With the wassailing bowl, well drink to thee.



Heres to our cow , and to her long tail,

God send our master us never may fail

Of a cup of good beer : I pray you draw near,

And our jolly wassail its 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.



Be here any maids' I suppose here be some;

Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!

Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin,

And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.



Then heres to the maid in the lily white smock

Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock

Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin

For to let these jolly wassailers in.
[ The Gloucestershire Wassail Lyrics  ]

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