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Blur - 'The Wassailing Song'

Gold, Frankincense and Blur: The Wassailing Song (7", 45 rpm, Single sided, single, limited edition promo). Blur's cover of a medieval English Christmas carol that Damon and Graham had sung at Stanway Comprehensive as students. Recorded during a break in the initial sessions for the album "Modern Life Is Rubbish". The four members of the group alternate vocals on the verses, singing the refrain together. This is the only song in the Blur discography that drummer Dave Rowntree sings on. Only 500 were pressed. and given away as a gig freebie at Blur's 15/12/92 Christmas gig at the Hibernian Club in Fulham, London. (Chorus: Blur) Wassail, wassail all over the town Our toast, it is white and our ale, it is brown Our bowl, it is made of the white maple tree With a wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee (Verse 1: Damon Albarn) So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek Pray God send our master a good piece of beef And a good piece of beef that may we all see With a wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee (Verse 2: Blur) And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie And a good Christmas pie that may we all see With a wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee (Verse 3: Graham Coxon) So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn May God send our master a good crop of corn And a good crop of corn that may we all see With a wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee (Verse 4: Blur) And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear Pray God send our master a happy New Year And a happy New Year as e'er he did see With a wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee (Verse 5: Dave Rowntree) And here is to Colly and to her long tail Pray God send our master he never may fail A bowl of strong beer, I pray you draw near And our jolly wassail, it's then you shall hear (Verse 6: Blur) Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest But if you do draw us a bowl of the small May the devil take butler, bowl and all (Verse 7: Alex James) Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock Who tripped to the door and slid back the lock Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin For to let these jolly wassailers in (Chorus: Blur) Wassail, wassail all over the town Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree With a wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee