2. The cup is made of the ashen tree, And the ale is made of the best barley, For it’s our wassail, etc. 3. O maid, fair maid in holland smock, Come ope the door and turn the lock, For it’s our wassail, etc. 4. O master, mistress, that sit by the fire, Consider us poor travellers all in the mire, For it’s our wassail, etc. 5. Put out the ale and raw milk cheese, And then you shall see how happy we be’s, For it’s our wassail, etc. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] A Child this Day is born [Illustration] [Music] 1. A Child this day is born, A Child of high renown; Most worthy of a sceptre, A sceptre and a crown. CHORUS. Glad tidings to all men, Glad tidings sing we may, Because the King of kings Was born on Christmas Day. 2. These tidings shepherds heard Whilst watching o’er their fold; ’Twas by an Angel unto them That night revealed and told. Glad tidings, etc. 3. Then was there with the Angel A host incontinent Of heavenly bright soldiers All from the Highest sent. Glad tidings, etc. 4. They praised the Lord our God, And our Celestial King; “All glory be in Paradise,” This heavenly host did sing. Glad tidings, etc. 5. All glory be to God, That sitteth still on high, With praises and with triumph great, And joyful melody. Glad tidings, etc. [Illustration] The Moon shines bright [Illustration] [Music: SURREY AND SUSSEX NEW YEAR CAROL.] 1. Oh, the moon shines bright, and the stars give a light; In a little time it will be day, The Lord our God He calls upon us all, And He bids us awake and pray. 2. Awake, awake, good people all! Awake, and you shall hear: Our blessèd Saviour died upon the Cross, For Christ loved us so dear. 3. So dear, so dear Christ loved us all, He for our sins was slain; Leave off, O men, your wicked, wicked ways, And turn to the Lord again. 4. Oh, the life of man it is but a span, He flourishes like a flower, He’s here to-day, and to-morrow he is gone, And he’s dead all in an hour. 5. Oh, teach your children well, good men, As long as here you stay, For it will be better for your sweet souls, When your bodies lie under the clay. 6. There’s a green turf for our heads, good men And another for our feet, Where our good deeds and our evil deeds too Together all will meet. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] A Carol for Twelfth Day [Illustration] [Music]