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The Gloucestershire Wassail, also known as "Wassail! Wassail! All Over the Town", "The Wassailing Bowl" and "Wassail Song" is an English Christmas carol from the county of Gloucestershire in England, dating back to at least the 18th century, but may be older. The author of the lyrics and the composer of the music are unknown.
Wassail! All Over The Town Lyrics. 1. 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 bowl1, we'll drink to thee. 2.
Wassail ! All Over The Town - Version 9 (Sylvester) William Studwell, The Christmas Carol Reader. This eighteenth-century folk carol from the Gloucestershire region of England is an open and direct celebration of the most secular functions of the holiday season.
Wassail All Over the Town! (Gloucestershire Wassail) Lyrics - Christmas Carol Wassail, Wassail all over the town!Our bread it is white and our ale i...
Text Information. First Line: Wassail, Wassail, all over the town! Title: Gloucestershire Wassail. Traditional, collected: Ralph Vaughan Williams. Language: English.
1. Wassail, Wassail, all over the town, Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown; Our bowl it is made of the green maple tree; In the Wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee. 2. Here's a health to the ox and to his right eye, Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie, A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see In the Wassail bowl we'll drink ...
1. Wassail, Wassail all over the town! Our bread it is white and our ale is brown: Our bowl is made of a maplin tree, So be my good fellows all -- I'll drink to thee. [2. The wass'ling bowl with a toast within, Come, fill it up now unto the brim. Come, fill it up that we may all see, With the wassailing bowl, I'll drink to thee.] 3.
Lyrics. (Traditional carol) 1. 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, we’ll drink to thee. 2. Here’s to our horse, and to his right ear, God send our master a happy new year: A happy new year as e’er he did see,
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, We’ll Drink To Thee. Here’s To Our Horse, And To His Right Ear, God Send Our Master A Happy New Year: A Happy New Year As Ever He Did See, With My Wassailing Bowl I Drink To Thee.
Wassail and wassail all over the town, The cup it is white and the ale it is brown; The cup it is made of the good old ashen tree, And so is our beer of the best barley. To you a wassail! Aye, and joy come to our jolly wassail.
