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.

Then here’s to the maid in the lily white smock
who tripp’d to the door and slipp’d back the lock,
who tripp’d to the door and pull’d back the pin
for to let these jolly wasssailers in!