Old apple tree, we’ll wassail thee,
And hoping thou wilt bear,
For the Lord does 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 one drink up their cup,
And a health to the old apple tree!

Apples now! Hatfuls, capfuls,
Three bushel bagfuls,
And a little heap under the stairs.

Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Hip! Hip! Hooray!