In olden days, folk dressed their wells with floral decoration, In gratitude for water sweet, without contamination.
Well, here we come to dress the well, ‘Well Dressing’ is the name, But where’s the well we’re s’posed to dress? No well? - Well that’s a shame!
There was a well in times gone by, It got filled in right there, It’s hidden underneath the road, We can’t remember where.
We had one once, and maybe two, Or so I have been told, Traditions must be kept alive, Because they’re quaint and old.
So here we come to dress the well, Though no well can be seen, So we’ll dress summat else instead, in lovely shades of green and blue and red and brown and gold, with twigs and flowers and such, And if the well was here today, ‘twould thank us very much.