Brent Knoll - Wassail
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 --


Bonfires burning
Toast in the trees
Making loud noise
And cider for tea
The robin's feeling dizzy
People singing nicely
Two actors fighting
And pretty fireworks
Lots of happy people.
-- Chloe Heyworth --


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 --


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.
Morgan sweet is in the orchard
Lovely juicy and early yellow
Being carried to the press in buckets
They look like little suns
And then we crush them
And say goodbye to the sun shines
Bye bye.

Wind is like your friend
Wind is like your shadow
I ate apple cake
And roast pork sandwich
Helped make the fires
Washed down the floors
Dad's been on the gate for ages.
Wassail Wassail.
-- Georgina Howard --


Belly dancers, shaking their thing
Children out in front on the swing
Mummers dressed up and killed at will
Sandra drunk till she was ill

The trees were scared and frightened too
Little ones scared and $quot;run to the loo$quot;
Bad spirits gone and good spirits here
Oh apple tree Grow apples this year
Wassail good health and thing
John Page starts to sing.
-- Cheney Gardiner --


Apples fat and juicy,
Need to go on a diet
Sun shining brightly
Onto the apples up the hill
Buckets collecting
Nice red green apples
Eating one or two on the way

{A while later the buckets are full
We walk back down the hill
Then we put them in a crusher to mush
Lay it out on a bed
And crush them for the juice
Into the pit the juice goes.}

Fireworks go bang over the gang
To deafen the boys
Lanterns alight
It's ever so bright
Big noise to frighten
The bad spirits away
Sing the wassail song
Three cheers for the apple tree
Actors wearing masks
There was a play
Belly dancing pig roast and fireworks
Three cheers for the apple tree.
-- Natasha Thomas --



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