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.
Good master and mistress,
As you sit by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
Who wander in the mire.
