X:1
    T:Apple Tree Wassail
    M:3/4
    L:1/4
    B:Roy Palmer, Everyman's Book of English Country Songs, p. 217
    N:Sung by C. Ash (b. 1845), Crowcombe, Somerset; collected Cecil Sharp, 15.9.1908 (Karpeles, no. 373 M, pp. 529-30).
    K:G
    D|(F E) F|(G A) G|F D F|E2 E|
    w:Down in_ the lane_ there sits an old fox, A-
    F G A|B A G| F A A |D2|]
    w:mouch-ing and lick-ing his dir-ty old chops.
    w:[munch-ing?]

    2 Shall we go catch him, my boys if we can?
    Ten thousand to one if we catch him or none.

    3 Catch him or none, catch him or none,
    Ten thousand to one if we catch him or none.

    4 Wassail, wassail all over the town,
    Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown.

    5 The great dog of Langport has burnt off his tail,
    And this is the night we go singing wassail.

    6 I will go home to old mother Joan
    And tell her to put on a big marrow bone.

    7 Boil it and boil it and skim off the scum,
    And we will have porridge when we do go home.

See also The Watersons' Apple-Tree Wassail (notes & lyrics).