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Dramatis Personae
Mim: Wassail Boy/Farmer's Family Member
Sue: A Welsh Apple Grower
Sophie: Wassail Boy/Farmer's Family Member
lyrics
A-wassail, a-wassail throughout all the town,
our cup it is white and our ale it is brown,
our wassail is made of the good ale and true,
some nutmeg and ginger, the best we could brew
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol,
fol de dol de dol, fol de dol de dee,
fol de dairo, fol de daree,
Sing tooralye-o!
Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough,
and so my good neighbours, we'll drink unto thou.
Besides all on earth, you'll have apples in store,
pray let us come in for it's cold by the door.
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol ...
We know by the moon that we are not too soon,
We know by the sky that we are not too high,
We know by the stars that we are not too far,
We know by the ground that we are within sound.
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol ...
There's a master and a mistress sitting down by the fire
While we poor wassail boys stand here in the mire,
Come, you pretty maid, with your silver-headed pin,
Pray open the door and let us come in.
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol ...
You have brought us your wassail that's very well known,
but I can assure you we've as good of our own,
and as for your wassail we care not a pin,
but it's for your good company we'll let you come in,
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol ...
We hope that your apple trees prosper and bear
so that we may have cider when we call next year,
and where you have one barrel, we hope you'll have ten
so that we may have cider when we call again.
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol ...
It's we poor wassail boys so weary and cold,
please drop some small silver into our bowl,
and if we're alive for another New Year,
perhaps we may call and see who does live here.
Fol de dol, fol de dol de dol ...
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