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The Folk-Lore of Somerset.
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not omitted), and on the evening of the 17th or 18th of January a person out for a stroll will often be startled by shots and shouts proceeding from an orchard near by.

Appended is one version of the Somerset wassailing song, used in the neighbourhood of Wellington:

"Wassail, wassail, all round the town,
Our cup it is white, our ale it is brown,
Our bowl is made of the good old ash tree.
So now my brave fellows, let's drink unto thee.