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





We have a little purse

Made of ratching leather skin;

We want some of your small change

To line it well within.

Chorus





God bless the Master of this house,

Likewise the Mistress too;

And all the little children

That round the table go.

Chorus