King's Stoke Wassail

Wassail and wassail, all over the town
The cup is white and the ale it is brown
The cup it is made of the good ashen tree
And so is the malt of the best barley
For it's your wassail and it's our wassail
And it's joy be to you and a jolly wassail

Oh master and missus, are you all within?
Pray open the door and let us come in
The master and missus are sitting by the fire
Pray think upon poor travellers, a-travelling in the mire

Oh where is the maid with the silver-headed pin
To open the door and let us come in
Oh master and missus, it is our desire
A good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire

There was an old man and he had an old cow
And how for to keep her he didn't know how
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm
And a drop or two of cider will do us no harm
No harm, boys, harm
No harm, boys, harm
And a drop or two of cider will do us no harm

We bless the master of this house,
likewise the missus too
And all the little children that round the table go
Oh master and missus, now we must be gone
Bless'd be all in this house till we do come again

(Traditional - Somerset)