"Nutmeg and ginger, it's the best we can do"


Gower Wassail

A-wassail, a-wassail, throughout all the town.
Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown.
Our wassail is made of the good ale and true,
Some nutmeg and ginger, it's the best we can do.
   Fol the dol, the dol-de-dol,
   Fol the dol-de-dol, fol the dol-de-dee,
   Fol the dero, fol the daddy,
   Sing tu-re-lye-do!

Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough
And so, my good neighbour, we'll drink unto thou;
Besides all of that, you'll have apples in store,
Pray let us come in for its cold by the door.
   Fol the dol, . . . &c.

There's a master and a mistress sitting down by the fire,
While we poor wassailers do wait in the mire,
And if we're alive for another new year,
Perhaps we may call and see who doth live here.
   Fol the dol, . . . &c.

We know by the moon that we are not too soon,
We know by the sky that we are not too high,
We know by the stars that we are not too far,
We know by the ground that we are within sound.
   Fol the dol, . . . &c.


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