Brent Knoll - Wassail
Fireworks go bang all over the gang
Making noise deafens the boys
-- Jess Duffy --


The glossy wossy apple
On the glossy wossy tree
Maybe you can pick one
Eat it for my tea.

Black knight, black knight
Kill St George
Saint George Kill Black Knight

Now die. I give up now
Now I will be good
I promise now I give up.
-- Liam Shakespeare --


Group two afternoon

Apples shining red and green
Tasty sweet while being mean,
Falling from the tree
Becoming very juicy
Ruby red and glistening clean
Trying hard to keep being mean.

Fireworks glistening green
Fireworks meant to be seen
Fireworks more deadly than keen
Evil witches stealing souls
Evil witches hard and cold.

There was jesters and flames
We could see the stars.
-- Eddy Hopkins --


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.
Squish the apples from the orchard
Morgan Sweet, Tom Putt
Kingston Black, Major
Brown Snout, Greeny brown
Sweet coppin orangey red
All in buckets round our legs.

Cider toast in the trees
Getting drunk through the night
Jester juggles with fiery sticks
Balancing on a wobbly unicycle.
Fireworks then dancers dance
Then fireworks again
We make lots on noise
Actors fight in the jester's light.

My picture went seriously wrong !
-- Chloe Crandon --


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 --


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 --



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