Brent Knoll - Wassail
You can hear the apples falling in the wind
I'm going to be crushed
Crushed to cider.

Belly dancers shaking their thing
Aunt Sandra serving the drinks
My mum felt ill. My dad was sick
I was just watching the joker do his tricks
-- Darby Mears --


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 --


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 --


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 in the orchard
Apples sweet as sugar
Apples shining red and green
Sweet and juicy as juice can be

Collecting apples in buckets
Colourful as can be
Sun shining at the apples.

Wassail Wassail
Drinking warm cider
Robin's getting woozy
Eating toast off the tree
Fireworks go bang over the gang.
-- Lisa Corfield --


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 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 --



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