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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 of the finest barley

Oh, master and mistress, are you all within?
Pray open the door and let us come in.
Oh, master and mistress who sit by the fire
Pray think of the trav'lers who walk through the mire

Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin
To open the door and let us come in?
Oh, master and mistress, 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 girt dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail
And this is the night we go singing wassail
Oh, master and mistress, now we must be gone
Bless all in this house 'till we come again
Bless all in this house 'till we come again!

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