A Wassailin' We Shall Go Poem by H.L. Dowless

Lets go a wassailin',
a wassailin',
a wassailin'.
Lets go a wassailin'
in olde Lumber town,
olde Lumber town,
ye olde Lumber town,
for to see the crocks rumble
and savor some fleshly delights!
Lets go a wassailin' tonight!


Into Lumber Town we doth go,
to Lumber Town we all will go.
To Lumber Town we go
to see the sights all around.
We all shall go a wassailin' in olde Lumber Town,
to see the sights all around
and hear the pleasant sounds.


We shall sing of sanctity and praises
of the good King and crown,
oh and that good Queen ever so renowned.
We shall sing cheerful songs of praises and sanctity
to the good Queen and majesty
in ye olde Lumber Town tonight!


We shall all stroll about filled
with frothy cheer,
brimming with thy foaming beer!
Our fire flowers thundering blissful knells
whilst we all ring those most jubilant of bells,
marching forward in tune as we sing!
As we forward march we all shall sing
ye piddle diddly,
sing cheerful songs of piddle diddly
as we all march forward into the halls
of thy lofty sovereign committee;
dancing gracefully in ye elaborate waltz
in merry tune with thy joyful trumpet;
moving gracefully in talented whirls,
making those revealing dresses raise in colorful
candy swirls
of ye flaming Dacian strumpets!


We shall all make good company
outside of ye purloining laws,
ye skillful purloining laws,
ye scornful purloining laws.
We all shall make good company
living contented outside of ye purloining laws
in olde Lumber Town tonight.


Our gathering abode shall all be in the genie's den,
singing in absence of remorse
in any sort of reprobate or sin;
the genie's den when we shall all sing
songs of our lively adventures with the honored Puck King
and his thirty merry men,
whom all so merrily dwell in
ye Olde Lumber Town tonight!