The original Whimple Incantation
has been retained:-
Here's to thee, old apple tree,
That blooms well, bears well.
Hats full,caps full,
Three bushel bags full,
An' all under one tree.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Her Majesty is then gently but manfully assisted up the treein
order to place the cyder-soaked toast in the branches whilst
the assembled throng, accompanied by a group of talented musicians,
sing the Wassail Song and dance around the tree. The Mulled
Cider or 'Wassail Cup' is produced and everyone takes a sample
with their 'Clayen Cup'.
The Guns are fired and a general rumpus is created by the
crowd banging their saucepan lids and playinga variety of
percussion 'instruments' of all shapes and sizes to wake up
the tree ready for the next crop.
Of course, serious training has to take placebeforehand
as we found to our cost in 1993. Because 'Old Twelvy' was
a Sunday we went out on January 6th. (Well, we didn't want
to cross swords with the Passen!) I suppose it was this combined
with the fact that we didn't know all the words, but the result
was disaster! - CROP FAILURE!! 1994 saw an improvement in
confidence, more vocal volume and greater dancing precision
which resulted in a heavier yield and, consequently, more
of the finished product with which to perform in 1995. The
Passen came too and displayed his dancing expertise so he
must have enjoyed himself and thought it was worth while.
To thank the Wassailers for their very hard work and dedication
we allow ourselves a little indulgence at a local hostelry
to round off the evening in a convivial manner. During the
course of the ensuing 'conviviality' a number of members of
the gathering display their talents in various ways. To be
certain of correct grammar and to filter out any other possible
irregularities recitations are vetted beforehand, songs are
scrutinised and stories edited but the dancers perform uncensored
because they usually display great dignity and poise in their
choreography, particularly the traditional Broom Dance. So,
the Ceremony was revived and still takes place with great
enthusiasm each year. The position of Mayor was resurrected,
although the post has currently remained unfilled since the
passing of our last Mayor, John Shepherd.Support for the Mayor
comes from the Village Beadle whose duty it is to maintain
order throughout the proceedings and various other revelries
during the year. 'Tommy-George Perry', who is of 1914 vintage,
used to carry out these duties with sombre reverence in his
black Top Hat and Frock Coat. He has been responsible for
pruning many acres of apple trees in his time, with a certain
amount of vested interest. He says that hislongevity could
be due to the fact that he has had to maintain 'quality control'
over the results of his efforts over the years. However this
post has also become vacant on Tom's retirement. Mrs. Myrtle
Dockings, who is a trained Ecclesiastical Needlewoman, put
her skills to great test by creating Mayoral robes of the
finest quality, which she delicately trimmed with imitation
cat fur. The whole outfit is adorned with a Chain of Office
which has a splendid pendant in the shape of a cyder barrel.
Subsequently, 'His Worship' has been presented with a brass
ceremonial halbard by the celebrated local Peer, 'Baron Peter
of Hampshire'. The halbard came mounted on a small desk stand
as though it had been presented to its previous owner in recognition
of a gallant deed having been performed. But without a staff
it was of little use so there was a moral obligation to remedy
the situation and ingenious adaptation of a disused snooker
cue restored the item to a useful purpose. With freshly gathered
Ivy, Lichen and Mistletoe, which are also products of theapple
tree, the variety of headgear sported by the Wassailers is
dutifully adorned and the scene is now set. The Mayor, with
his Sunday Best boots highly polished and regalia complete,
The Beadle's Top Hat neatly groomed and The Queen & Princess
elegantly enrobed in emerald green, we now feel that the village
is able to compete with the pomp and ceremony of the best
in the land. But we have an advantage! We are helped, of course,
by the product of the well nurtured and excellently wassailed
Apple Tree!
The Wassail Song........... verses
sung around the apple tree 
Apple tree prosper, bud, bloom and bear,
That we may have plenty of cider
next year.
And where there's a barrel, we
hope there are ten,
That we may have cider when we
come again.
Chorus:-
With our wassail, wassail, wassail!
And joy come to our jolly wassail!
A-wassail, a-wassail! The
Moon,
she shines down;
The apples are ripe and the nuts
they are brown.
Whence thou mayest bud, dear old
apple tree,
And whence thou mayest bear, we
sing unto thee.
Chorus.......... .
Oh Mistress and Master, our wassail begin,
Please open your door and let us come in;
Besides all on earth you'll have
apples in store;
Pray let us come in for 'tis cold at the door.
Chorus.......
......and the verses sung at each homestead
Come fill up our wassail bowl full to the brim,
See, harnessed and garnished so neat and so trim,
Sometimes with laurel and some times with bays,
According to custom, to keep the old ways.
Chorus.........
Now for this gold liquor, to us,
that you bring,
We lift up our voices and merrily sing,
That all good householders, long may they remain,
And long to continue the same to maintain.