Rillaton Wassail. Written by Mike O'Connor for the hamlet of Rillaton, Cornwall Wassail. Wassail, then let us sing wassail, Wassail, wassail, then let us sing wassail By light of star and light of moon the night of twelve is coming soon We shall to the orchard go, for mother Mary told us so. With drums and guns we sing an shout to drive the king of Winter out Frighten every spirit dark and wash away the devils mark. Then we shall make the sign of 3 to consecrate the apple tree Cider in the flowing bowl will free the spirit, warm the soul. Then our wassail will light the flame and let the spirit rise again From root and seed to bud and bloom, to raise the sap and bless the womb For if the tree takes back his power he'll bear the blossom, bear the flower Rich will every branch appear with apples for the coming year
|