Brent Knoll - Wassail
Apples apples everywhere
Lets go and watch them being pressed
Shall we go and feed the cows
Cider is being made today.
Everyone is excited here
Because the apple juice is about to appear.
It was dark, spooky and cold.
There were fireworks
Belly dancers and a play
Screaming and shouting
To scare away bad spirits.
-- Caitlin Horsnett-Bowley --


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 --


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 --


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.
Apples are fun when you pick them
Apples red, apples green
Apples are juicy and mean
When I eat them, I feel like I have
To go on a diet.
Apples are fun when you pick them

A man juggling with fire sticks
Landing like candle sticks
Throwing bread up into the trees
Robins coming and getting the bread
And flying into a wall
Too much cider is bad for you.
-- Luke Skitt --


Apple apple are you ripe ?
If you're not I will give you a fright
Apple apple are you fresh ?
Yes Yes you are sweet and sour
Can I turn you into juice ?
Apple juice apple juice
I need you so
I will pick you up and drink you
Cider Apple cider apple
Don't fall on me please

Black knight, black knight
Waving a sword
Killed Saint George
Kill the black knight
Kill the black knight
Kill him now. Die Die
Put the cider round the tree.
-- Liam Brewer --


Where has all the blossom gone ?
Very sweet but a bit sour
Green and round and white inside
Golden apples are a treat
When autumn come the apples will start to fall.

Wassail Wassail in the black of night
Wasail Wassail it gives me a fright
Wassail. Wassail please come next year
Wassail Wassail Let's go Here here.
-- Joseph Harrington --



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