A'soalin'

Peter Paul And Mary · Other Songs - Peter Paul And Mary

Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none

Yet shall we be merry

Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none

Yet shall we be merry

Hey ho, nobody home, hey ho, nobody home



Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake

An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry

Any good thing to make us all merry

One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all



God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also

And all the little children that 'round your table grow

The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door

And all that dwell within your gates

We wish you ten times more



Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake

An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry

Any good thing to make us all merry

One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all



Go down into the cellar and see what you can find

If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind

We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawberry

For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year



Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake

An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry

Any good thing to make us all merry

One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all



The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin

I have a little pocket to put a penny in

If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do

If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you



Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake

An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry

Any good thing to make us all merry

One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all



Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place

(Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake)

And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace

(An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry)

This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace

(Any good thing to make us all merry)

(One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all)

Oh tidings of comfort and joy