Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wandering
So fair to be seen:
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year.

Our wassail cup is made
Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer
Of the best barley:
Love and joy come to you...

We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door,
But we are neighbours' children
Whom you have seen before:
Love and joy come to you...

Call up the butler of this house,
Put on his golden ring
Let him bring us up a glass of beer,
And better we shall sing:
Love and joy come to you...

We have got a little purse
Of stretching leather skin
We want a little of your money
To line it well within.
Love and joy come to you...

Bring us out a table
And spread it with a cloth
Bring us out a mouldy cheese,
And some of your Christmas loaf.
Love and joy come to you...

God bless the master of this house,
The mistress also
And all the little children
That round the table go.
Love and joy come to you...

And all your kin and kinsfolk,
That dwell both far and near
I wish you a merry Christmas,
And a happy New Year.
Love and joy come to you...