A wa**ail, a wa**ail all over the town
Our cup is white and our ale is brown
Our cup is made of the white maple tree
With a wa**ailing bowl we'll drink to thee
O master and mistress, oh are you within?
Pray open the door-knob and let us come in
O master and mistress sitting down by the fire
See us wa**ailers a-travelling in the mire
There was an old man and he had an old cow
And how for to keep her he didn't know how
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm
And a drop of strong beer will do us no harm
Here's to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back on the pin
For to let these jolly wa**ailers in