Wassailing the Apple Trees

Old Apple-tree, Old Apple-tree,
We wassail thee and hoping thou wilt bear,
For the Lord doth know where we shall be
Till apples come another year;
For to bear well, and to bloom well,
So merry let us be;
Let every man take off his hat and shout to thee,
Old Apple-tree, Old Apple-tree,
We wassail thee and hoping thou wilt bear,
Hat fulls,
Cap fulls,
And three-bushel bag fulls,
And a little heap under the stairs.

Wassailing song sung at Norton Fitzwarren, Somerset, England.