Here We Come A-Wassailing

Here we come a-was­sail­ing

Among the leaves so green

Here we come a-wan­der­ing

So fair to be seen.

Love and joy come to you

And to you your was­sail

too

And God bless you

and send you

A hap­py new year

And God send you a hap­py new year.

We are not dai­ly beg­gars

That beg from door to door

But we are neigh­bors’ child­ren

Whom you have seen be­fore.

Good Mas­ter and good Mis­tress

As you sit by the fire

Pray think of us poor child­ren

Who wan­der in the mire.

We have a lit­tle purse made

Of ratch­ing leath­er skin;

We want some of your small change

To line it well with­in.

Bring us out a ta­ble

And spread it with a cloth;

Bring us a mol­dy cheese and

Some of your Christ­mas loaf.

God bless the mas­ter of this house

Likewise the mis­tress

too;

And all the little child­ren

That round the ta­ble go.