There is also - the Homeless Wassail by Ian Robb

Tim Radford


HOMELESS WASSAIL
Words and Music © Ian Robb 1996


"Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our cup is white and our ale is brown"
But huddled on this iron grate
We poor and hungry curse our fate

CHORUS
No wassail bowl for such as these
No turkey scraps, no ale nor cheese
This Christmas eve our hearts' desire
Is a bottle of gin and a trashcan fire


Good Christian mind, as home you go
With dreams of holly and mistletoe,
That the holly bears a dreadful thorn
For those who wake to a frozen dawn


Oh, where is he, that holy child
Once born of Mary, meek and mild?
And whither peace, goodwill to men
Now and for evermore, amen?


All ye who dine with face aglow
In Reginensi atrio
Pray pause awhile at pleasure's door
And sup some sorrow with the poor


"Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our cup is white and our ale is brown"
This cold and hunger, pain and care
Sweet Jesus Christ, it's hard to bear!

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Finest Kind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFI1x3vc264

Nowell Sing We Clear: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-e6GuLbbX-I