Reblogging partly so I can find this later. When I lived in NJ, instead of a birthday party, I will get together with friends and we would go Wassailing in a nearby orchard. I really miss those wintry days of singing in a horse voice with a steaming cup of cider in my hands.
My friend, Missy Dragon, informed me that the Allotment group of St Ann’s were going to miss out their wassailing because the usual fellow wasn’t there.
So, in the way of daring me to do it, she asked if I’d be up for it. What’s this? A British tradition being left out? Not on my watch meladdio!
So I managed to, very last minute, book the day off and get in contact with the organiser for the Children’s Activity Day. She sent me an email with the wassailing song they normally do:
The Wassail Song
Old Apple tree we wassail the
And hope that thou wilt bear
For the Gods do know where we shall be
Come apples another year
To bloom well and to bear well
So merry let us be
Let everyone take off their hat and shout to the Old Apple Tree.
Old Apple tree we…
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