歌词
Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green
Here we come a-wandering so fairly to be seen
Now is wintertime, strangers 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
Hatfuls and in capfuls and in bushel bags and all
And there's cider running out of every gutter hole
Down here in the muddy lane there sits an 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 made of leather skin
A little silver sixpence, it would line it well within
Now is wintertime, strangers travel far and near
And we wish you, send you a happy new year
