On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
…Four calling birds…
…Five golden rings…
…Six geese a-laying…
…Seven swans a-swimming…
…Eight maids a-milking…
…Nine ladies dancing…
…Ten lords a-leaping…
…Eleven pipers piping…
…Twelve drummers drumming…
What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
Refrain:
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant king to own Him,
The King of kings, salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
Wassail, wassail all over the town!
Our toast it is white, our ale it is brown,
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
So here is to Cherry and to his right
cheek,
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef,
And a good piece of beef that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Dobbin and to his right
eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
And a good Christmas pie that may we all see;
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.
So here is to Broad May and to her broad
horn,
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Fillpail and to her left
ear,
Pray God send our master a happy New Year,
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see;
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Colly and to her long
tail,
Pray God send our master he never may fail,
A bowl of strong beer I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
Come butler, come bring us a bowl of the
best,
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest;
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small,
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.
Then here's to the maid in the lily white
smock,
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock!
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin,
For to let these jolly wassailers in.
We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Refrain:
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin; Good
tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Oh, bring us some figgy pudding; Oh, bring us some figgy pudding; Oh, bring us some figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer: Refrain
We won't go until we get some; We won't go until we get some; We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here: Refrain
We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry
Christmas;
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New
Year.