Motley Words

Here we come a wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a wandering
So fair to be seen.

Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too,
And God bless you and send you a happy New Year.
And God send you a happy New Year.

Our wassail cup is made
Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer
Of the best barley.

We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door,
But we’re The Motley Crew,
Whom you have seen before.

Call up the Butler of this house,
Put on his golden ring;
Let him bring us a glass of beer,
And better we shall sing.

God bless the Master of this house,
Likewise the Mistress too,
And all the little children
That round the table goo!

And all your kin and kinsfolk,
That dwell both far and near,
We wish a merry Christmas
And a happy new year.

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