A wassail, a wassail, a wassail we begin With sugar strands and cinnamon and all the treasures in With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail And may joy come to you and to our wassail. And if you any maids within your house as I suppose you've done They'd not let us stand a-wassailing so long on this cold stone With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail And may joy come to you and to our wassail. We'll cut a toast from off the log and sat it by the fire We'll wassail bees and apple trees until your heart's desire With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail And may joy come to you and to our wassail. Bring out your silver tankard, likewise you kissing spear We'll come no more a-wassailing until another year With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail And may joy come to you and to our wassail.