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Oh lily white lily, Oh lily white pin, please to come down and let us come in.
Oh liliy white lily, Oh lily white smock, please to come down and turn back the lock. Our wassail joly wassail, joy come to our joly wassail. How well it may bloom, how well it may bare, so that we may have apples and cider all year. Now master and mistress how are you within, please to come down and pull back the pin. Good health to your house may riches come soon, so bring us some cider we'll drink down the moon. Our wassail joly wassail, joy come to our joly wassail. How well it may bloom, how well it may bare, so that we may have apples and cider all year, all year. There was an old farmer and he had and old cow, went out to milk her he didn't know how. He put his old cow down in his old barn and a little more cider won't do us no harm. AH me boys Ah, Ah me boys AH, and a little more cider wont do us no harm. AH me boys Ah, Ah me boys AH, so that me may have cider all year. And the ringles and the jingles of the song goes, Merrily oh merrily. And the tenor of the song goes, Merrily! (spoken) Hat fulls cap fulls three bushle baskets, Little heeps under the stairs! Hip Hip Hurray!!!!