A-wassail, a-wassail throughout all the town
Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown
Our wassail is made of the good ale and cake
Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we could bake

Fol-dee-dol, dol-dee-dol
Dol-dee-dol, dol-dee-del
Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee
Sing too-ra-li-doh

Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough
And so my good neighbours, we'll drink unto thou
Besides all on earth, you have apples in store
Pray, let us come in for it's cold by the door

Fol-dee-dol, dol-dee-dol
Dol-dee-dol, dol-dee-del
Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee
Sing too-ra-li-doh

We hope that your apple trees prosper and bear
So that we may have cider when we call next year
And where you have one barrel we hope you'll have ten
So that we may have cider when we call again

Fol-dee-dol, dol-dee-dol
Dol-dee-dol, dol-dee-del
Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee
Sing too-ra-li-doh	

There's a master and a mistress sitting down by the fire
While we poor wassail boys stand here in the mire
Come you pretty maid with your silver-headed pin
Pray, open the door and let us come in

Fol-dee-dol, dol-dee-dol
Dol-dee-dol, dol-dee-del
Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee
Sing too-ra-li-doh	

It's we poor wassail boys so weary and cold
Please drop some small silver into our bowl
And if we survive for another New Year
Perhaps we may call and see who does live her

Fol-dee-dol, dol-dee-dol
Dol-dee-dol, dol-dee-del
Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee
Sing too-ra-li-doh

We know by the moon that we are not too soon
And we know by the sky that we are not too high
And we know by the stars that we are not too far
And we know by the ground that we are within sound

Fol-dee-dol, dol-dee-dol
Dol-dee-dol, dol-dee-del
Fol-dee-derol, lol-dee-der-dee
Sing too-ra-li-doh