Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl

Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be
Tomrrow we'll be sober.
Oh a song by the fire, pass the pipe, pass the bowl.
Landlord, landlord fill the bowl!
He who drinks a small wassail and goes to bed quite sober.
Fades as the leaves do fade,
and dies in October.
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over.
He who drinks a large wassail and goes to bed quite mellow
Lives as he ought to live
And dies a jolly good fellow.
He who kisses a pretty girl and goes and tells another.
Ought to have his lips cut off
And never kiss, no never, never kiss another.
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be.
Tomorrow we'll be sober!