Wisselton Wasselton Lyrics

Wisselton wasselton, who lives here?
We've come to taste your Christmas beer.
Up the kitchen and down the hall,
Holly ivy, and mistletoe
A peck of apples will serve us all,
Give us some apples and let us go.

Up with your stocking, on with your shoe,
If you haven't any apples, money will do.
My carol's done, and I must be gone,
No longer can I stay here.
God bless you all, great and small,
And send you a happy new year.