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Wassail and wassail all over the town
\nOur fingers are cold and our muddy clothes brown
\nOur sticks are all made of the old ashen tree
\nAnd we\u2019ll dance and we\u2019ll sing a wassail to thee.<\/p>\n
Here\u2019s to the school hall where we’ll all get dry
\nAnd if we are lucky, some complimentary pie.
\nComplimentary pie, well we\u2019ll just have to see
\nBut with a drinks token we will drink to thee.<\/p>\n
Here\u2019s to the music, when they\u2019ve found the tune
\nI\u2019m sure that they\u2019re likely to get it right soon.
\nTo get it right soon, the dancers all plea
\nBut whilst we are waiting, let’s all drink to thee.<\/p>\n
And here\u2019s to the dancers when they\u2019ve found the set
\nPete\u2019s got the tune now but no one\u2019s there yet.
\nNo one\u2019s there yet. Ah! Now we have three.
\nThe rest stuck at the bar, and they\u2019re drinking to thee.<\/p>\n
Now here\u2019s to the bells that are deafeningly loud
\nIf the village was still sober we\u2019d not be allowed
\nWe\u2019d not be allowed in polite company
\nSo here\u2019s to the cider! And we\u2019ll drink it to thee.<\/p>\n
And here is to Tony, when he has his way,
\nWe\u2019ll be back here dancing, booked in now for May
\nBooked in now for May, when I don\u2019t think we\u2019re free
\nBut that\u2019s months away yet, so we\u2019ll drink to thee.<\/p>\n
So here\u2019s to the apples on apple tree boughs
\nTo give us this reason to smile and carouse
\nTo smile and carouse with friends finally
\nAnd bless us and the fruit this January.<\/p>\n
And it’s joy be to you,
\nAnd a jolly wassail.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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