Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough / And so my good neighbors we'll drink unto thou / Besides all on earth, you have apples in store / Pray let us come in for it's cold by the door...
[have put the good-quality file of this up for pay-what-you-want on ye olde ko-fi in case you want to print this out and use it for its intended purpose. send it to your grandma. send it to your friends. send it to bernard cornwell on facebook. if you want.]







