Drink up your cider George, pass us round the mug!
Drink up your cider George, your garden's ver' nigh dug
Your cheeks been gettin' redder from Charterhouse to Cheddar
And there's still more cider in the jug!
Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider,
For tonight we'll merry be,
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover,
The corn's half cut, and so be we!
Drink up your cider George, and get up off the mat
Drink up your cider George, put on thy Sunday hat
'Cos we're off to Barrow Gurney for to see my brother Ernie,
And there's still more cider in the vat!
Drink up thy cider George, it's time you had a rest,
Drink up your cider George, the finest ever pressed
There ain't nothin' like good cider for to make your smile grow wider,
And there's still more cider way down west!
Repeat Chorus (three times)
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