Brent Knoll - Wassail
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 --


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 --


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


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.
Apple apple are you ripe ?
If you're not I will give you a fright
Apple apple are you fresh ?
Yes Yes you are sweet and sour
Can I turn you into juice ?
Apple juice apple juice
I need you so
I will pick you up and drink you
Cider Apple cider apple
Don't fall on me please

Black knight, black knight
Waving a sword
Killed Saint George
Kill the black knight
Kill the black knight
Kill him now. Die Die
Put the cider round the tree.
-- Liam Brewer --


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 --


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 --



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