Drink up the cider, George, pass me round the jug
Drink up the cider, George, thy garden’s well nigh dug
There’s manure on thy taters & half way up thy gaiters
& there’s still more cider in the jug
Drink up the cider, Drink up the cider,
For tonight we’ll merry be
We’ll bowl the milkmaids over
& roll ‘em in the clover
The corn’s half cut & so are we
Drink up the cider, George, thou’s been goin’ far
Drink up the cider, George thou’s getting quite a star
Thy cheeks are getting redder
from Berry Hill to Cheddar
& there’s still more cider in the jar
Chorus
Drink up the cider, George, get up off the mat
Drink up the cider, George, put on thy gert big hat
For we’re goin’ to Barrow Gernie to see my brother Ernie
& there’s still more cider in the vat
Chorus
Drink up the cider, George, get up off me chest
Drink up the cider, George, it’s time you had a rest
There’s nothing like more cider to make your smile get wider & there’s still more cider in the West
Chorus
Traditional
