The Waysailing Bowl Lyrics

1. Oh, waysail oh, waysail all over the town.
Our pledge it is white our ale it is brown.
And our bowl it is made of the best mottling tree.
To my waysailing bowl I'll bring unto thee.

2. Now here's health to my master and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Xmas pie,
And a good Xmas pie that we may all see
To my waysailing bowl I'll bring unto thee

3. Now here's health to my master and to his right ear.
Pray God send our master a happy New Year.
And an happy New Year that we may all see
To my waysailing bowl I'll bring unto thee.

4. Now, here's health to my master and to his right arm.
Pray God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn and another of hay
To pass the cold wintery winds away.

5. Now, here's health to my master and to his right hip
Pray God send our master a good flock of sheep,
And a good flock of sheep that we may all see
To my waysailing bowl I'll bring unto thee.

6. Now, here's health to my master and to his right leg
Pray God send our master a good fatted pig
And a good fatted pig that we may all see
To my waysailing bowl I'll bring unot thee.

7. Now butler come fill up a bowl of your best.
I hope in Heaven your soul will rest,
But if that you should bring us a bowl of your smal (small ale)
The down shall go butler and all and all.

8. There was an old woman she had but one cow
And how to maintain it she did not know how
She builded a barn to keep her cow warm,
And- I'll have to have more sider - will do us no harm.