Wassail, wassail all over the town!
Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown,
Our bowl, it is made of the
I Love You lyrics

I remember when u were mine
U where kin
 good maple tree;
From the wassailing bowl we'll drink unto thee.


Come, butler, and fill us a bowl of your best,
And we hope your soul in He
Under The Influence Of Tricycle Mechanics lyrics


i've got a question for you
before i'm put in the charger
aven may rest;
But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,
Then down shall go butler and bowl and all.


Come here, sweet maid, in the frilly 
I'm So Beautiful lyrics

Out
out tonight
feel like going out in 
white smock,
Come trip to the door and trip back the lock!
Come trip to the door and pull back the pin,
And let us jolly wassailers in.