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Southrups Wassail Song
(Kipper Family)

All on a summer's morning from Southrups come we
To beg a cup of sugar to sweeten our tea
If you ain't got a cup, then a half a cup will do
And if you ain't got that, well, bugger you

The master of this house in his rusty gold chain
Will stamp his foot and curse and bitterly complain
He'll say he's most offended at his house we've been so bold,
And if he had his way, we'd be left out in the cold

The missus of this house with her stockings all tore
Will soon fall asleep and loudly will snore

The children of this house under table do run
Until they all get dizzy and fall down on the floor
There's mud all on their rich attire and jam all on their face,
And every hair upon their head is all out of place

The daughter of this house is a proper little whore,
She's had all the blokes round here, and twenty more
See how the swains adore her pretty curly hair,
Until she takes it off at night, which makes them all stare

This house and this arbor are in disrepair
I'd live all in my cowshed as soon as I'd live there
Your men and your maidens are rolling in the hay,
Your cattle and your sheep have all passed away

Bad luck to this house, here the season's begun
Where you had ten apples, may you have one
Now we'll come no more nigh you until the next year,
And the last thing we'll do is to wish you good cheer

@parody @wassail
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