A "Was-hail Song"

A wassail, a wassail, a washail bowl we sing,

With cinnamon, peppermint and other spices in!

A wassail, a wassail, with jolly sugar'd ale, 

and joy come to you from our wassail. 

Good Master and good Mistress, as you sit by the fire, 

Oh think of us poor Wassailers who tramp it through the mire.

A wassail, a wassail, &c 

We'll wassail increase to your store—we'll wassail sheep & kine, 

We'll wassail bees and apple trees—we'll wassail horse and swine. 

A wassail, a wassail, &c

Hang out your silken handkerchief upon your golden spear, 

And welcome in your Wassailers to taste your Christmas cheer.

A wassail, a wassail, of jolly nappy ale,
and joy come to you from our wassail.

A wassail, a wassail, a washail bowl we sing, 

With cinnamon, and peppermint, and other spices in!

– A Topographical History of Surrey, Volume IV,

1850

Merry Christmas, everyone!