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 the 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 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      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 wassailer's 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