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 cake, Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we can get.
Chorus (after each verse): Lol-dee-dol, lol-dee-dol-dee-dol, Lol-dee-dol-dee-dol, lol-dee-dol-dee-dee, Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee, Sing too-ra-li-doh.
Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough, And so my good neighbour, we'll drink unto thou, Besides all on earth, we have apples in store, Pray do let us come in for it's cold at the door.
We know by the sky that we are not too high, And we know by the moon that we are not too soon. We know by the stars that we are not too far, And we know by the ground that we are within sound.
Now master and mistress here's a health to you we give, And pour our jolly wassail as long as we live. And if we do live till another New Year, Then perhaps we may call and see who do live here.