Here we come a-wassailing, among the leaves so green,

Here we come a-wandering, so fair to be seen.

Chorus—Love and joy come to you,

And to your wassail too,

And God send you many a happy New-year,

A new-year;

And God send you many a happy New-year!

Our wassail-cup is made of the rosemary-tree,

So is your beer of the best barley.

We are not daily beggars that beg from door to door,

But we are neighbours’ children, whom you have seen before.

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.

We have got a little purse, made of stretching leather-skin;

We want a little of your money to line it well within.

Bring us out a table and spread it with a cloth;

Bring us out a mouldy cheese, and some of your Christmas loaf.