The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
The Boy Least Likely To
Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green
Here we come a-wand'ring
So fair to be seen
Love and joy come to you
And to you your wassail, too
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year
We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door
But we are neighbors' children
Whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you
And to you your wassail, too
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year
We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin;
We want some of your small change
To line it well within
Love and joy come to you
And to you your wassail, too
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year