The Gower Wassail
A-wassail, a-wassail throughout our town,
Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown.
Our wassail is made of the good wine and true,
Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we can do.

Fol-dee-dol, fol-dee-dol-dee-dol,
fol-dee-dol-dee-dol,fol-dee-dol-dee-dee,
Fol-dee-derro, fol-dee-da-dee,
Sing too-ra-li-doh.

Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough,
And so, my good neighbour, we'll drink unto thou,
Besides all on earth, you’ll have apples in store,
Pray let us come in, for it’s cold by the door.

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

It’s we poor wassail boys, so weary and cold,
Please drop some small silver into our old bowl,
And if we survive for another New Year,
Perhaps we might call and see who does live here.

Fol-dee-dol, fol-dee-dol-dee-dol,
fol-dee-dol-dee-dol,fol-dee-dol-dee-dee,
Fol-dee-derro, fol-dee-da-dee,
Sing too-ra-li-doh:
fol-dee-dol-dee-dol, fol-dee-dol-dee-dol,
fol-dee-dol-dee-dol,fol-dee-dol-dee-dee,
Fol-dee-derro, fol-dee-da-dee,
Sing too-ra-li-doh.

Traditional, arr. D Newell