Gloucestershire Wassail

- Loreena McKennitt (2008)

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You are listening to the song Gloucestershire Wassail by Loreena McKennitt, writer by Traditional in album A Midwinter Night's Dream. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.

Album: A Midwinter Night's Dream.

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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!

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek!
Pray God send out master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that we all may see
With the wassailing-bowl we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye!
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
And a good Christmas pie that we may all see
With our wassailing-bowl, we'll drink to thee!

So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn!
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that we may all see
With the wassailing-bowl we'll 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 e'er he did see
With our wassailing-bowl we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Colly and to her long tail!
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer, I pray you draw near
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.

Then here's 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.

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!

Drink to thee, drink to thee
With the wassailing-bowl we'll drink to thee.