Brent Knoll - Wassail
Apples are sweet from the first bite
Blossom has gone
Apples have come
Green red pink yellow
They're spotty, stripy all around.
I sat on the apples in the sacks
Under the trees
Gave me wet bum, I don't care.

Soaking toast in cider
Robin comes down gets dizzy
Flies everywhere, belly dancers
Start to wobble, wobble here wobble there
-- Robyn Smith --


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 --


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 --


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 --


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. --



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