Twelfe Night Lyrics

Now, now the mirth comes,
With the cake full of plums,
Where beane's the king of the sport here;
Beside we must know,
The pea also
Must revell as queene in the court here.

Begin then to chuse,
This night as ye use,
Who shall for the present delight here;
Be a king by the lot,
And who shall not
Be Twelfe-day queene for the night here.

Which knowne, let us make
Joy-sops with the cake;
And let now a man then be seen here
Who unurg'd will not drinke,
To the base from the brink,
A health to the king and the queene here.

Next crowne the bowle full
With gentle lambs-wooll;
Adde sugar, nutmet, and ginger,
With store of ale too;
And thus ye must doe
To make the wassaile a swinger.

Give then to the king
And queene wassailing,
And though with ale ye be whet here,
Yet part ye from hence,
As free from offence
As when ye innocent met here.