The Halse Wassailing song was collected by Richard Chandler Alexander Prior, M.D. Oxon., F.R.C.P., F.L.S., J.P. (1809-1903), of Halse and communicated to the Rev. Wadham Pigott Williams, M.A. Oxon. (1821-1902), who was Vicar of Bishops Hull from 1856 to 1894 and the co-author of a book on the Somerset dialect. The tune is unfortunately lost:
Wassail, wassail, all around the town;
The zidur cup is white, and the zidur is brown.
Our zidur is made from good apple trees,
And now, my fine fellows, we'll drink, if you please;
We'll drink your health with all our heart,
We'll drink to ee all before we part.
Here's one, and here's two,
And here's three before we go;
We're three jolly boys all in a row,
And we're three jolly boys, all in a row.
This is our wassail, our jolly wassail,
And joy go with our jolly wassail.
Hatfuls, cupfuls, dree basket, basketfuls
And a little heap in under the stairs.
Down in a green copse there sits an old fox,
And there he sits a-mopping his chops.
Shall we go catch him, boys—say, shall we go?
A thousand to one whor we catch him or no.
There was an old man, and he had an old cow,
And for to keep her he couldn't tell how;
So he bild up his barn to kip his cow warm,
And a liddle more liquor'll do us no harm.
And now we'll go whooam, and tell our wife Joan
To put in the pot the girt marrow-bone,
That we may have porridge when we do cum whooam.
There was an old man, and he lived in the West,
The price of a barrel wur what he loved best,
He loved his old wife so dear as his life,
But when they got drunk, why, they soon cum to strife.