Not quite sure of the title - It's one I learned off an LP by Lancashire group 'The Wassailers'.

Here's a health unto our master the founder of this feast.
We hope to God in all our hearts in heaven his soul may rest.
And may he always prosper, whatever he takes in hand.
For we are all his servants and all at his command.

Cho.
So drink, boys, drink and see that you do not spill.
For if you do, you shall drink two. This is our masters will.

And now we've drunken our masters health Why should his missus go free?
Why shouldn't she go to heaven. To heaven the same as he.
She is a good provider, abroad as well as at home.
So fill your cup and drink it up. This is our harvest song.

Cho.

I did find another verse many years later but it somehow managed to bring Reynard the fox into it. Seemed a bit incongruous so I never learnt it!

Cheers

DtG