The Trunch Wassail Song Here we come a wassailing all among the leaves That isn't very easy when they're still all on the trees Wassail, wassail, we'll tell you wassail It comes in bottles brown and pale Comes in bottles, so bring some here And we'll have a happy new year Lets us now be thankful that the old year had departed But there's no time for feast before another one has started Chorus Now the year has past away, past away your sins There's lots of lovely new ones as the year begins Chorus Pouring cider on the apple trees seems rather wrong We'll drink it first and then we'll water the trees before too long Chorus Bring food from off your table and beer from out o' your barrel For If you don't we'll stop and sing another ancient carol ---------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Sid and Henry Kipper, copyright 1985 Dambuster Re cords. Recored on "The Ever Decreasing Circle." Winter was a time for retreating indoors and drawing in the horns. It was a time, as Henry recalls, of gathering round the fire, or even round the piano, which made a bigger, more cheery blaze, for a singling session. Many of the old carols of the region are sadly lost, only fragments remaining of such songs as "Oh Little Town of Gimimgham' and Good King Wenceslas - Look Out!," but fortunately we have in its entirety the poignant 'Trunch Wassail Song.' The custom was for the wassailers to visit each house in the parish, where they would sing this old carol, and demand in return a sum of money, which was suppose to ensure good luck, it was certainly unlucky not to pay, for then the carolers would simply sing again. The song is surely very ancient. Sid claims that it goes back to Roman times, thought this is doubtful since Roman times would have expressed in Roman numerals. The custom was more recently associated with the Hunting of the Renoir, this being a painting which mysteriously disappeared from the Great Hall one New Year during a particularly riotous game of pin-the-tail-on- the-dicky. George Kipper knowingly asserts that the search is a waste of time. DC
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