Letras de Sommerset Gloucestershire Wassail

Wassail, wassail, all over the town
The cup, it is white, and the ale, it is brown
The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree
And so is the malt and the finest barley

Oh, master and missus, are you all within?
Pray, open the door and let us come in
Oh, master and missus, who sit by the fire
Pray, think of the travellers who walk through the mire

Oh, where is the maid with the silver hairpin
To open the door and let us come in?
Oh, master and missus, it is our desire
A good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire

There was an old man, and he had an old cow
And how for to keep her he didn′t know how
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm
And a drop of good cider will do us no harm

The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail
And this is the night we go singing wassail
Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone
Bless all in this house till we come again
Bless all in this house till we come again