John Speller's Web Pages 'Tis our Wassail all over the Town

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'Tis our Wassail all over the Town
This wassailing song is printed in W. G. Willis Watson, A Calendar of Custons, Superstitions, Weather Lore, Popular Sayings and Important Events connected to the County of Somerset (1920). The particular location where it was sung is not mentioned, though it seems to have much in common with the Exmoor versions:

'Tis our Wassail all over the Town,
The Cup is so white, and the Ale is so brown.
'Tis your Wassail 'Tis our Wassail,
And Jolly come to our Jolly Wassail,
And Jolly come to our Jolly Wassail.

Now, Master and Missus, if you be so well pleased.
Bring out your Brown Bread and your raw milk cheese.
'Tis your Wassail 'Tis our Wassail,
And Jolly come to our Jolly Wassail,
And Jolly come to our Jolly Wassail.

The Cup it is made of the Nation's Tree,
And the Ale it is made of the best of Barlee.
'Tis your Wassail, &c.

Maid, Maid, with the Silver peg.
Pray open the Door and show us your leg.
'Tis your Wassail, &c.

Maid, Maid, with the Silver pin,
Pray open the door and let us all in.
'Tis your Wassail, &c.

There was an old man, and he had an old cow,
And how for to kip 'un he didden know how;
So ho built up a Barn, to keep his cow warm.
Harm, boys, Harm!
A little mwore Cider will do us no harm.
Harm, Boys, Harm!
A little mwore Cider will do us no harm.

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