The Souling Song by Lucy Etheldred Broadwood Lyrics

[Chorus]
A soul, a soul, a soul cake
Please good Missis, a soul-cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul
Three for Him who made us all

[Verse 1]
God bless the master of this house
The misteress also
And all the little children
That round your table grow
Likewise young men and maidens
Your cattle and your store
And all that dwells within your gates
We wish you ten times more

[Verse 2]
Down into the cellar
And see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty
We hope you will prove kind
We hope you will prove kind
With your apples and strong beer
And we'll come no more a-souling
Till this time next year
[Verse 3]
The lanes are very dirty
My shoes are very thin
I've got 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
It's God bless you