Come fill it up, so that we may all see;
With the wassailing bowl I'll drink to thee.

Come, butler, come bring us a bowl of your best,
And we hope your soul in Heaven will rest;
But if you do bring us a bowl of your small,
Then down shall go butler, the bowl and all.

Oh, butler! oh, butler! now don't you be worst,
But pull out your knife and cut us a toast;
And cut us a toast, one that we may all see ;—
With the wassailing bowl I'll drink to thee.

Here's to Dobbin, and to his right eye,
God send our mistress a good Christmas pye ;
A good Christmas pye, as e'er we did see ;—
With the wassailing bowl I'll drink to thee.

Here's to Broad May and to his broad horn,
God send our master a good crop of corn;
A good crop of corn, as we may all see,-
With the wassailing bowl I'll drink to thee.

Here's to Colly, and to her long tail,

We hope our master and mistress's heart will ne'er fail But bring us a bowl of your good strong beer,

And then we shall taste of your happy new year.

Be there here any pretty maids? we hope there be

some,

Don't let the jolly wassailers stand on the cold stone,

But open the door, and pull out the pin,

That we jolly wassailers may all sail in.

FINIS.

LONDON RICHARDS, 100, ST. MARTIN'S LANE.

OF

Popular English Histories.

BY

JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL, ESQ., F.R.S.,

F.S.A., HON. M.R.I.A., HON. M.R.S.L., ETC.

Tho' wild the fable, though rude the rhyme,

Oh dear is a tale of the olden time.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR THE PERCY SOCIETY,

BY RICHARDS, 100, ST. MARTIN'S LANE.

MDCCCXLVIII.