Brent Knoll - Wassail
Wassail. It was good. it was fun
It was good for everyone
At the wassail there was belly dancers
Fireworks, King George and music
At the Wassail.
There was pig roast at the Wassail
It was very tasty at the wassail
At the end of the wassail
Me and my friends played in the wassail fields
At the very end we had to go home,
It was a good night at the wassail.
-- Danielle Lock --


It was very dark at the wassail
And the fire juggler was on a unicycle
Bang went fireworks
And the belly dancers danced
The Black Knight kills the famous St George
But the doctor comes to rescue him
The big pig turned on the big turning stick
Then people eat him NOOOO !
Ahhhhhh. Noise noise noise
To frighten the evil spirits away.

At the Wassail
If I were the tree
Looking down at this.
What are you doing
Give me a break
That's what's happened
At the wassail.
-- Matthew Polly --


Autumn has come
Blossom is gone
The leaves are falling
As people collect the apples
In Buckets
More apples grow
And cider is being made
Apples roll down the hill.

Bonfires burn
To keep us warm
Someone might hit the bark
The jester juggles his fire sticks
He better be a good juggler
That's all I can say
There was a lot of jazz
Kate was the devil.
-- Josh White --


Group Poems
Wassail & Mumming poem
There was jesters and flames
Picking up apples off the tree
All the grown up's drinking tea.
Belly dancers start to wobble,
Wobble here, wobble there
Poor robin is all dizzy
Aunt Sandra serving the drinks
The jester juggles his fire sticks
The Black night killed St George
Oh apple tree Grow apples this year
The big pig turned on the big turning stick
The black knights fight in the darkened night
Until the good guys come and battle them down
Now die. I give up now Now I will be good
I promise now I give up.
Fireworks go bang all over the gang
Making noise deafens the boys
People singing nicely
Lots of happy people Drunk old
Robin flying around.
There was jesters and flames
Picking up apples off the tree
All the grown up's drinking tea.
Belly dancers start to wobble,
Wobble here, wobble there,
Poor robin is all dizzy
Aunt Sandra serving the drinks
The jester juggles his fire sticks
The Black night killed St George
Oh apple tree Grow apples this year
The big pig turned on the big turning stick
The black knights fight
In the darkened night
Until the good guys come
And battle them down
Now die. I give up now
Now I will be good
I promise now I give up.
Fireworks go bang all over the gang
Making noise deafens the boys
People singing nicely
Lots of happy people.
Drunk old Robin flying around.
Dark spark, light night
Wassail Wassail
I see, I see the big pig
Roast, I see, I see
The fireworks most.
Wassail Wassail
-- Alice Hartland --


Apples are MMMMMMMMM
Well its quite hard sometimes
Sour and sweet, little, huge
I'm juicy and red, shiny.

Wassail Oh Wassail
It was an experience
It was. Oh Yes
I can't really explain it
But a man was wearing a dress
It was smoky
And the belly dancer
Swiggled and swirled
A clown wore a green wig
And a black knight stabbed St George
We all made a noise as well
A fight. I felt quite scared
The noise was loud
But it scared away the bad spirit
-- Becky Summers --


Apples in the orchard
Apples sweet as sugar
Apples shining red and green
Sweet and juicy as juice can be

Collecting apples in buckets
Colourful as can be
Sun shining at the apples.

Wassail Wassail
Drinking warm cider
Robin's getting woozy
Eating toast off the tree
Fireworks go bang over the gang.
-- Lisa Corfield --



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