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Wassail, Wassail all over the Town            Wassail, Wassail all over the Town MP3

Chorus:
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,      (alternative: our horn it is raised, our song full of glee,
With the wassailing bowl weŽll drink to thee.       With the wassailing horn we'll drink to thee.)

1. So here is to Wing-Thor and to his two goats,
Pray Gods send your kindred a good crop of oats,
And a good crop of oats that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl weŽll drink to thee.

2. And here is to Odin and to his right eye,
Pray Gods send your kindred a good Yuletide pie,
And a good Yuletide pie that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl weŽll drink to thee.

3. And here is to Tyr and to his left hand,
Pray Gods bless your feast with the best of the land,
And the best of the land that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl weŽll drink to thee.

4. And here is to Heimdall and to his keen ear,
Pray Gods send your kindred a happy New Year,
And a happy New Year that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl weŽll drink to thee.

5. And here is to Sif and to her bright hair
Pray Gods send your kindred a Yule Cake so fair,
And a Yule Cake so fair that may we all see,
With the wassailing bowl weŽll drink to thee.

8. And here is to Hugin and to his black wing,
Pray Gods grant that next year weŽll merrily sing,
And merrily sing as ever before,
And that every year youŽll open your door.

7. And here is to Sleipnir and to his long tail,
Pray Gods grant your kindred it never may fail.
A horn of good mead! We pray you draw near,
And a jolly wassail itŽs then you shall hear.

8. Come, mistress, come bring us a bowl of the best,
Then we hope that your soul with Frigga may rest,
But if you bring water or nothing at all,
Then love and luck shall leave your hall.

9. And hereŽs to the maid in the lily white frock
Who tripped to the door and who slipped back the lock,
Who tripped to the door and pushed back the pin
To let us heathen wassailers in.

© Michaela Macha

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