Wassail! Wassail! All over the town,
Our toast is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.

Here’s to our horse and to his right ear,
The gods send our master a happy new year:
A happy new year as e’er he did see,
With my wassailing bowl, I drink to thee.

So here is to Cherry and his right cheek,
Pray the gods send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.

Here’s to our mare, and to her right eye,
Gods send our mistress a good Yule pie;
A good Yule pie as e’er I did see
With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee