Brent Knoll - Wassail
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. --


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


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 --


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.
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 --


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 --


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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