Wassail and wassail all over the town
Our fingers are cold and our muddy clothes brown
Our sticks are all made of the old ashen tree
And we’ll dance and we’ll sing a wassail to thee.

Here’s to the school hall where we’ll all get dry
And if we are lucky, some complimentary pie.
Complimentary pie, well we’ll just have to see
But with a drinks token we will drink to thee.

Here’s to the music, when they’ve found the tune
I’m sure that they’re likely to get it right soon.
To get it right soon, the dancers all plea
But whilst we are waiting, let’s all drink to thee.

And here’s to the dancers when they’ve found the set
Pete’s got the tune now but no one’s there yet.
No one’s there yet. Ah! Now we have three.
The rest stuck at the bar, and they’re drinking to thee.

Now here’s to the bells that are deafeningly loud
If the village was still sober we’d not be allowed
We’d not be allowed in polite company
So here’s to the cider! And we’ll drink it to thee.

And here is to Tony, when he has his way,
We’ll be back here dancing, booked in now for May
Booked in now for May, when I don’t think we’re free
But that’s months away yet, so we’ll drink to thee.

So here’s to the apples on apple tree boughs
To give us this reason to smile and carouse
To smile and carouse with friends finally
And bless us and the fruit this January.

And it’s joy be to you,
And a jolly wassail.