Here we come a-wassailing Among the leaves so green, Here we come a-wandering So fair to be seen: Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you, and send you A Happy New Year. Our wassail cup is made Of the rosemary tree, And so is your beer Of the best barley: Love and joy come to you... We are not daily beggars That beg from door to door, But we are neighbours' children Whom you have seen before: Love and joy come to you... Call up the butler of this house, Put on his golden ring Let him bring us up a glass of beer, And better we shall sing: Love and joy come to you... We have got a little purse Of stretching leather skin We want a little of your money To line it well within. Love and joy come to you... Bring us out a table And spread it with a cloth Bring us out a mouldy cheese, And some of your Christmas loaf. Love and joy come to you... God bless the master of this house, The mistress also And all the little children That round the table go. Love and joy come to you... And all your kin and kinsfolk, That dwell both far and near I wish you a merry Christmas, And a happy New Year. Love and joy come to you...