(Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard)
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Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.
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The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley.
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Oh, master and missus, are you all within? Pray open the door and let us come in.
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Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the trav'lers who walk through the mire.
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Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come in?
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Oh, master and missus, it is our desire, a good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire.
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There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her, he didn't know how.
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He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us no harm.
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The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go singing wassail.
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Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone. Bless all in this house until we come again.
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Bless all in this house 'till we come again!
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Somerset Gloucestershire Wassail
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The Kingston Trio |