Here we come a-wassailing

Among the leaves so green,

Here we come a wand'ring,

So fair to be seen.



Chorus

Love and joy come to you,

And to your wassail too,

And God bless you and send you a happy new year,

And God send you a happy new year.



We are not daily beggars

Who beg from door to door,

But we are neighbor's children

Whom you have seen before.



Chorus

Love and joy come to you,

And to your wassail too,

And God bless you and send you a happy new year,

And God send you a happy new year.



We have a little purse

Made of ratching leather skin;

We want some of your small change

To line it well within.



Chorus

Love and joy come to you,

And to your wassail too,

And God bless you and send you a happy new year,

And God send you a happy new year.



God bless the Master of this house,

Likewise the Mistress too;

And all the little children

That round the table go.



Chorus

Love and joy come to you,

And to your wassail too,

And God bless you and send you a happy new year,

And God send you a happy new year.