Here we Come a Wassailing (Caroling)

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Here we come a'wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a wand'ring,
So fair to be seen.

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.


We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin.
We want some of your small change
To line it well within.


God bless the Master of this house,
Likewise the Mistress too.
And all the little children
That round the table go.


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Information About Here we Come a Wassailing (Caroling)

The song "Here We Come A-Wassailing" is also called "Here We Come A-Caroling" and is a New Years song and Christmas carol.

The phrase to "Wassail" in the song refers to the tradition of singing or caroling from door to door at Christmas time; its name derives from a drink, often mulled cider or beer with spices and mead. Drunk at Christmas time the wassail from the wassail bowl was often shared with carolers.

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we've been awhile awandering amongst the leaves so green,
but now we come awassailing so plainly to be seen
for its Christmas time, when we travel far and near; May God bless you and send you a happy New Year.

We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door;
We are your neighbors children,
For we've been here before;
For it'S. .

We've got a little purse,
Made of leathern ratchin skin;
we want a little of your money
To line it well within;
For it's,. .

Call up the butler of this house
likewise the mistress too,
and all the little children
that round the table go
For it's. .

Bring us out a table
and spread it with a cloth
bring us out a mouldy cheese
and some of your Christmas loaf
For it's. .

Good master and good mistress
while you're sitting by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
That's wandered in the mire
For it's. .

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