WASSAIL by Sthomason published on 2012-07-03T11:54:00Z WASSAIL SONG [Chorus] Sing Wassail, Sing Wassail The boughs they do lie bare Until you sing Wassail Come all you lords and ladies fair Sat by your fireside bright Come out into the woods this e’en By pale Diana’s light and…. Now Elder she’s the witch’s tree You cut her if your dare For cut without her leave you see Brings bad luck all the year so ….. And Rowan is a northern tree Of magic and of charm For May-plucked sprigs hung by the door Will keep you safe from harm And Hawthorn he’s a fairy tree Though touched by Joseph’s hand He watches safe o’er you and me And we watch o’er this land so .. The Oak he is the king of trees In winter golden-boughed He stands outside the orchard wall A sentry tall and proud so .. But Apple she’s the fairest tree Her blossom pure as snow Come wassail to the apple tree And watch the cider flow and .. So all you lords and ladies fair You’re sitting at your ease Come give us hungry wassailers Some cider and some cheese and … And now we’ve sung our wassail here The boughs they may grow green Here’s health unto our woodland lord His lady fair and queen so .. I’ve since added a verse about the Yew – how could I have missed out such a tree? – which I sing between Hawthorn and Oak. And Yew he is a mighty tree For staff and hunting bow He marks the site of sacred ground As ages round it roll so .. Genre Folkish