The Wassail Song - The Boy Least Likely To

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 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 beggars

That beg from door to door

But we are neighbors' children

Whom you have seen before

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 have a little purse

Made of ratching leather skin;

We want some of your small change

To line it well within

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

And God bless you, and send you

A Happy New Year

And God send you a Happy New Year