Wassail, Wassail All Over the Town

In this arrangment, the melody can be slowed down and given a more rocking feel (think of a bunch of tipsy 16th century carolers sloshing ale in their goblets), or sung with more fast running lines and ornamentation. My version here is somewhere in between. Most of the song is sung in unison with a very simple straight low harmony on the last line of each verse. We sing the fourth verse very soft and staccatto to add interest.

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lyrics

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 we may 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
And a good Christmas pie that we may all see
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee

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

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