.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.
Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
God send our master a happy new year:
A happy new ye.
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