Wassail, wassail bring us a bowl of cider
Delicious and good it churns up inside ya
We go a wassailing, wassailing, wassailing
Fear no more the dark times' assailing
Forces of Winter, nor the evil spirits
We shall dance merrily around with sprigits
Of your finest branches, blanche not in fright
For the fire is warming and brings a good light
All of us together the darkness cannot turn
For we are apple lovers and to the new spring learn
How to live in light and joy of coming season
So Wassail, wassail for what better reason?
Share in good cheer, and share with the tree
For this year's harvest the best of ever will be
Come gather round all and hear our wassail song
Let the Robins and orchard birds all sing along
We pour cider on your roots so you may grow strong
We beat our pots and pans and sound our loud drums
And soon we'll be drinking and raising spirits high
As the past year's sad ghosts flee off into the sky
So come with us now and join our merry rabble
With good heart through the year may you now travel
