From Door To Door
by
Here we come a wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a wand’ring,
So fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too,
And God bless you and send you a happy New Year.
Our wassail-cup is made
Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer
Of the best barley.
Love and joy, etc.
We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door,
But we are neighbors’ children
Whom you have seen before.
Love and joy, etc.
Good master and good mistress,
As you sit by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
As wand’ring in the mire.
Love and joy, etc.
We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin;
We want some of your small change
To line it well within.
Love and joy, etc.
Call up the butler of this house,
Put on his golden ring;
Let him bring us a glass of beer,
And the better we shall sing.
Love and joy, etc.
Bring us out a table,
And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a mouldy cheese,
And some of your Christmas loaf.
Love and joy, etc.
God bless the master of this house,
Likewise the mistress too
And all the little children
That round the table go.
Love and joy, etc.