Saturday night we Wassail and bless the apple trees. This is the poem we sing together to bring on a bumper harvest. Bang your cups and make a racket.
Old apple tree we'll wassail thee,
And hoping thou will bear.
The lord does know where we shall be,
to be merry another year.
For to bloom well and to bear well so merry let us be.
Let every man take off his hat
and shout to the old apple tree
(chant shouted to wake up the tree)
old apple tree, we wassail thee
and hoping thou wilt bear.
Hats full, caps full,
three bushel bags full
and a little heap
Under the stairs
Three cheers to the old apple tree!
Shotgun, shout, bang pots & pans & lots of noise!