Wassailing Song

Wisselton, wasselton, who lives here?
We've come to taste your Christmas beer.
Up the kitchen and down the hall,
Holly, ivy and mistletoe;
A peck of apples will serve us all,
Give us some apples and let us go.

Up with your stocking, on with your shoe,
If you haven't got any apples, money will do.
My carol's done, and I must be gone,
No longer can I stay here.
God bless you all, great and small,
And send you a happy new year.

- Traditional

Happy birthday to two lovely ladies, and a merry Christmas to all!



Noah and the Whale - Love of an Orchestra
(thanks for the reminder, Jordan)