While you'r sitting by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children,
Who are wand'ring in the mire.
"Cho.—Love and joy come to you,
And to your wessel to,
And God send you a happy new year,
A new year,
And God send you a happy new year.
Our wessel cup is made of the rosemary tree,
So is your beer of the best barley."