Wassail -

Apple tree, old apple tree

Bountiful we raise a glass to thee

We sing our song

Stand fast, stand strong

Bough and leaf bear fruit aplenty

In Eden gone, when the world was young

Paradise was where it all began

Just one bite was all it took

Expulsion and the fall of man

Apple tree, we bless your crown

Yield much fruit or fell ye down

Raise your roots

Hear me, tree!

Bough and leaf bear fruit aplenty

Wassail — bring new life

Wassail — be alive

Wassail — blessed be

Wassail

Wassail King, hear us sing

Through the orchards

And the village green

We sing our song

Stand fast, stand strong

Bough and leaf bear fruit aplenty

Wassail Queen — Oh my, oh my

She is beauty personified

Raise her up to the bough of the tree

Blessed be

Wassail

Return to the womb

Deep down in the earth

Wait for the spring rebirth

The clayen cup

We douse the roots

With cider kept from last year’s fruits

Cut in twain

A five pointed star

A sign of who we are

Let spirits fly

The apple of my eye

Wassail