Here We Come a Wassailing Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green, Here we come a-wassailing so fairly to be seen, Now is winter-time; stranger travel far and near, And we wish you, send you a happy New Year. Bud and blossom, bud and blossom, bud and bloom and bear, So we may have plenty of cider all next year; Apples in capfuls and in bushel bags all, And cider running out of every gutter hole. Down in yonder muddy lane there sits and old red fox, Starving and a-shivering and licking his old chops; Bring us out your table and spread it if you please, And give us hungry wassailers a bit of bread and cheese. I've got a little purse and it's mad of leather skin, A little silver sixpence would line it well within; Now it is winter-time; strangers travel far and near, And we wish you, send you a happy New Year. JY
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