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Wassail, wassail all over the town,
Our toast it 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.

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek,
Pray God 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.

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
A good Christmas pie that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.

So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn,
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.

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