Old apple tree, we’ll wassail thee, and
hoping thou wilt bear,
The Lord doth know where we shall be to be merry another year.
To blow well and to bear well, and so merry let us be,
Let every man drink up his cup, and health to the old apple tree.
| Mick Fletcher
and Barry Lane have recently acquired a cider press, which gives
them a vested interest in ensuring a good crop of apples in the
-- and an excellent excuse for some
of Westbury’s residents, suitably fortified with mulled cider, to
exhort trees in Westbury orchards to give of their best.
trees in each orchard were ministered to by the Wassail King
and Queen by hanging toast soaked in cider on each tree and a
sprinkling of cider to their roots. Edwin Phelps and Peter Laws took
it in turns to blast trees with their shotguns, the wassailers sang
and a peasant disguised as John Barkle insisted
on chanting dancing around each tree
revellers then staggered back to Old Ditch Farm for the burning of
the ash faggot, embers from which will be used to light next year's fire.
refreshments were provided by hosts Mick and Buffy Fletcher, to whom
many thanks for a delightful evening.
Malcolm the Music Man
Wassail King & Queen