Sugar Wassail

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.