Brent Knoll - Wassail
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 --


Where has all the blossom gone ?
It has gone into apples
Has it gone away?
Who knows where it is gone
Maybe I will find it one day ?

There was a wassail
It was a noisy place
The Black night killed St George
And he was killed
The Doctor came
And brought him back to life
And then they made a noise
To scare the spirits away..
-- Jamie Yandell --


Green as emerald
Red as ruby
Sweet and juicy
What are these ?
They are apples
From the orchard
Green and sour
West Croft cider orchard
Red and sweet
Collect the apples
Nice and fresh
Now the buckets's full.

Its dark, its cold
People sitting by the fire
Jugglers juggling with fire
The juggler's heading
In a different dimension
Throwing toast to the tree
Robin getting dizzy
Plays are shown
Belly dancers dancing
People going home
Now the wassail is over.
-- Sam Frankland. --


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 --


Wassail Wassail
Wake up the trees
Feed the robins Feed the robins
Pour the cider round the tree
Lanterns a light, lanterns aglow
Walk round the fire
Walk round the fire
Watch the belly dancers
Watch the belly dance
Warm at the fire
Warm at the fire
Feed the tree, feed the tree
Fight the bad spirits
Fight the bad spirits
Wassail Wassail
-- Chloe Dixon --



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