Tytuł: Waissiling song

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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 our master a good piece of beef
  And a good piece of beef that may we all 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
  A good Christmas pie that may we all see
  With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
  So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
  May God send our master a good crop of corn
  And a good crop of corn that may we 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 the 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
  Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
  Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
  But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
  Then down shall go butler, bowl and all
  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.