Loreena Mckennitt - Gloucestershire Wa**ail lyrics

Wa**ail! Wa**ail all over the town! Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree; With the wa**ailing-bowl, we´ll drink to thee! So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek! Pray God send out master a good piece of beef, And a good piece of beef that we all may see; With the wa**ailing-bowl we´ll drink to thee! And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye! Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie, And a good Christmas pie that we may all see; With our wa**ailing-bowl, we´ll drink to thee! So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn! May God send our master a good crop of corn, And a good crop of corn that we may all see; With the wa**ailing-bowl we´ll drink to thee! And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear! Pray God send our master a happy new year, And a happy new year as e´er he did see; With our wa**ailing-bowl we´ll drink to thee! And here is to Colly and to her long tail! Pray God send our master he never may fail A bowl of strong beer, I pray you draw near, And our jolly wa**ail it´s then you shall hear. Then 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 the pin, For to let these jolly wa**ailers in. Wa**ail! Wa**ail all over the town! Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree; With the wa**ailing-bowl, we´ll drink to thee! Drink to thee, drink to thee, With the wa**ailing-bowl we´ll drink to thee.