Gloucestershire Wassail | The Longest Johns

Voyage, New Album Preorder is now live, as well as our Voyage World Tour now being on sale!! Visit our website for all the info... Tis the season!! Welcome to our Winter special song of the year. This song has a lot of nostalgia for the band as we learned it for one of our earliest gigs soon after forming, and for a show that lives long in our memories... Just ask us about the Spaghetti Druid sometime... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Longest Johns Lyrics: Wassail! wassail! all over the town, Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree; With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee. So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek Pray God send our master a good piece of beef And a good piece of beef that may we all see With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee. And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye! Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie, And a good Christmas pie that we may all see; With our wassailing-bowl we’ll drink to thee! Come, butler, come fill us a bowl of the best, Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest; But if you do draw us a bowl of the small, Then down shall go butler, bowl and all! Then here’s to the maid in the lily-white smock Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock; Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin, For to let these jolly wassailers in.