When “haytime” was done and the autumn abundance had filled the slate shelved pantries, and the falling leaves that herald winter had speckled the pathways with slippery colour, the cows were brought from the plodging rain-soaked fields into the byres that snuggle tight to the barn wall. From now till the new grass of late spring, stockmen will visit each byre morning and night to fork the summer hay into the feed troughs and to shovel the muck into the midden. Nights draw tight, winter fires warm weary bones, stories and song light our imaginations and keep the cold at bay.
lyrics
Now is the time of year
When dark and chill draw near
When fires burn bright
And hearth sides light
Our hearts with warmth and cheer
All at this time of year
Ch Wassail Wassail down all of the dale
Fine food, fine words be ours to share
Wassail wassail wassail
Fine friends and good wassail.
Our harvest time is done
The year is almost run
The crops are stacked,
The barns are packed
The beast all in the byre
And we all round the fire
And now is the time for song,
For voices hale and strong
For wassails bright
That hearts delight
For carols loud and clear
All at this time of year
So bring out your cider and your beer
Bring faces full of cheer
Bring pies bring mince
Bring fruit bring quince
Bring all that you desire
Come join our Wassail choir
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