Somerset Gloucestershire Wassail

<br>Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard<br><br>Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.<br>The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley.<br><br>Oh, master and missus, are you all within? Pray open the door and let us come in.<br>Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the trav`lers who walk through the mire.<br><br>Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come in?<br>Oh, master and missus, it is our desire, a good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire.<br><br>There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her, he didn`t know how.<br>He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us no harm.<br><br>The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go singing wassail.<br>Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone. Bless all in this house until we come again.<br>Bless all in this house `till we come again!