After a two year fallow period on this blog I feel it is time to commit to it again. The fallow period has been a very busy period of massive change and growth for me, mostly in my work life. Over this period, coping with the stress of change, Druidy has become a central part of my internal,emotional way of living. The knowledge Druidry has given me have helped me bend with the wind rather than snap. In this sense Wuldor, the king of re-birth, gifting a wonderful Yule has confirmed that, now I am more settled, it is time to start blogging again. I have missed posting here.
The Solstice views over the Alder bourne with Wuldor, the glory father glowing over Wolstonbury Hill
The Sugar Wassail from a Sussex folk collection
Whilst searching for a song to honour Wuldor, initially looking at old Carols but that felt like inappropriate appropriation, I came across this old folk song from the 1840s...
- A wassail, a wassail, a wassail we begin
- With sugar strands and cinnamon and all the treasures in
- With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail
- And may joy come to you and to our wassail.
- And if you any maids within your house as I suppose you've done
- They'd not let us stand a-wassailing so long on this cold stone
- With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail
- And may joy come to you and to our wassail.
- We'll cut a toast from off the log and sat it by the fire
- We'll wassail bees and apple trees until your heart's desire
- With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail
- And may joy come to you and to our wassail.
- Bring out your silver tankard, likewise you kissing sphere
- We'll come no more a-wassailing until another year
- With a wassail, a wassail, a jolly wassail
- And may joy come to you and to our wassail.
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