Here we come a-wassailing/a-caroling
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wand'ring
So fair to be seen.
Ritornello:
Love and joy come to you,
And to you 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 beggers
That beg from door to door,
But we are neighbors' children
Whom you have seen before
Ritornello
Good master and good mistress,
As you sit beside the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
Who wander in the mire.
Ritornello
We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin;
We want some of your small change
To line it well within.
Ritornello
Bring us out a table
And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a cheese,
And of your Christmas loaf.
Ritornello
God bless the master of this house,
Likewise the mistress too;
And all the little children
That round the table go.
Ritornello
