Old apple tree, we wassail thee,
And hoping thou wilt bear
For the Lord doth know where we shall be
Till apples come another year.
For to bear well, and to bloom well
So merry let us be,
Let every man take off his hat,
And shout to the old apple tree!
Old apple tree, we wassail thee,
And hoping thou wilt bear
Hatfuls, capfuls and three bushel bagsful
And a little heap under the stairs,
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
my favourite celebration this time of year - the wassail - we'll drink homemade cider and sing to the trees out in the old orchard to ensure another fruitful and successful year to come!
my wassail of choice? West Croft in Brent Knoll, innit.
