Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the Druids oak tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

So here's to the Gods in their mighty halls
May their ale be strong and their cups n'er too small
With good strong ale that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to Thee.

Here's to the Ancestors, humble and grand
May they all have peace in the Summerland
Of a cup of good beer: we pray they draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then they shall hear.

Here's to the Spirits of land and of lake
May the earth hold them safe until they awake
and in their good dreams we pray They draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then They shall hear.

And here's to the Pagans all over the land,
May your Yuletide be blessed, happy and grand!
A happyYuletide as e'er we did see,
With the wassailing bowl we drink to thee.

Here's to our Grove, and to all our good cheer,
Gods send us all a happy new year:
A happy new year as e'er we did see,
With the wassailing bowl we drink to thee.

Music: Traditional, Words filked by Caroline Farrow