Leader: Robin
Sop: Janette/Max/Wendy
Alto: Louli/Sandy/Juliana
Tenor: Marcus/Colin
Bass: Robin/Peter/Phil
Sheet music with new lyrics
Gloucestershire Wassail – all parts
Gloucestershire Wassail – sop
Gloucestershire Wassail – alto
Gloucestershire Wassail – tenor
Gloucestershire Wassail – bass
A good old English Wassail song – with no mention of God. It’s quite long. Suggest only a few verses are done – 4 max! See chosen lyrics below. For texture I may given small group or 2 parts a verse, but for now learn them all.
Chosen lyrics: REV01 10/09/2025
Wassail wassail, all over the town
Our bread it is white, and our ale it is brown, ALL ON TUNE
Our bowl it is made, of the white maple tree,
With the wassail bowl, we’ll drink unto thee.
Wassail wassail, all over the town
Our bread it is white, and our ale it is brown, ALL IN PARTS
Our bowl it is made, of the white maple tree,
With the wassail bowl, we’ll drink unto thee.
And here is to Dobbin, and to his right eye, ) GIRLS
Pray God send our master, a good Christmas pie, )
A good Christmas pie, that may we all see, )
With a wassail bowl, we’ll drink unto thee. ) ALL
And here is to Colly, and to her long tail, ) BOYS
Pray God send our, master a good cask of ale, )
A good cask of ale, that may we all see, )
With a wassail bowl, we’ll drink unto thee. ) ALL
Then here’s to the maid, in the lily-white smock,
Who tripped to the door, and slipped back the lock, ALL IN PARTS
Who tripped to the door, and pulled back the pin,
For to let these jolly, wassailers in.
Wassail wassail, all over the town
Our bread it is white, and our ale it is brown, ALL ON TUNE
Our bowl it is made, of the white maple tree,
With the wassail bowl, we’ll drink unto thee.
Full original lyrics
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown,
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree,
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
A good Christmas pie that may we all see,
With a wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.
And here is to Broad May and to her broad horn,
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
A good crop of corn that may we all see,
With a wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.
And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear,
Pray God send our master a happy New Year,
A happy New Year as e’er he did see,
With a wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.
And here is to Colly and to her long tail,
Pray God send our master a good cask of ale,
A good cask of ale that may we all see,
With a wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.
Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best,
They I pray that your soul in heaven may rest,
But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,
May the devil take butler, bowl and all.
Then here’s to the maid in the lily-white smock,
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock,
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin,
For to let these jolly wassailers in.