Brent Knoll - Wassail
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 --


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. --


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 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.
Collecting apples,
Putting apples in the sack
Scooping the pulp
Making the cakes
Pressing the cheese
Left over in the trailer
Feed it to the cows

Cold night burning fire
Soaking bread up in the tree.
Robin like the thundering sea
Picking up apples off the tree
All the grown up's drinking tea.
-- Hollie Hoskins --


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


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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