Old apple tree we wassail thee and here's hoping thou wil't bear For the Lord doth know where we may go to be merry another year To grow well and to bear well, and merry let us be Let every man lift up his glass and a health to the old apple tree (Noel Sing we Clear does this one. also a lovely one

Green grows the holly, so doth the ivy The winter blast blows ne'er so hard green grows the holly

There's a verse for each season (All around me brain cells are dying) same source as above.)

Sweet Pinery boy/River in the Pines are both about raftsmen who bring down the logs. frequently at cost to life and imb.