Brent Knoll - Wassail
It was very tasty at the wassail
It was dark, spooky and cold.
It was fun and good for everyone
All night long, there was lots of fireworks
There were belly dancers
They all threw bread with cider
Into the trees, for the birds
Poor robin is all dizzy
And bashed into the trees.
-- Sophie Brooks --


Wassail. It was good. it was fun
It was good for everyone
At the wassail there was belly dancers
Fireworks, King George and music
At the Wassail.
There was pig roast at the Wassail
It was very tasty at the wassail
At the end of the wassail
Me and my friends played in the wassail fields
At the very end we had to go home,
It was a good night at the wassail.
-- Danielle Lock --


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 --


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.
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 --


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 --


On a cold and dark night
People huddled round bonfire light
The entertainment started
With the jester and he,
Juggled with firs sticks
And on his unicycle he does some tricks
In the orchard blessing a tree
Later they shout to make the spirits flee
Back to start with hot cider and fun
A play has just begun
St George and the black knight
Battle into the dark night
And in the end St George pulls through
Fireworks, jazz, belly dancers and more
And with the roast over, the Wassail is no more.
-- Thomas Bugden --



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