Joli Rouge

     Am
From France we get the Brandy
     C
From Martinique the rum
G
Sweet red Cabernet
     Am
From Italy does come
        D
But the fairest of ‘em all me boys
    C
The one to beat the day
   G
Is made from apples
       Am     Em
Up the mighty Saguenay

[Verse]
      Am
She's called the Dreadnought Cider
      C
She's proper and she's fine
    G
And when the day is over
        Am
Sure, I wish that she were mine
   D                         C
Or in the dark of winter, or on a 
summer's eve
G                       Am        
One hand giveth and the other doth
 Em
 receive


[Chorus]
    Am
So, follow me lads
             C
‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale
G                       Am
One pint down you'll be swingin’ in 
the gale
D                           C
Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' 
in your shoes
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      G                     Am   
We're half-seas over on the Joli 
Em
Rouge


[Verse]
   Am
So turn your sails over
    C
And bring her hard to port
G
Find that little star and fly
Am
Straight into the north
    D
The wild sun upon your back
    C
The wind a-blowing free
G
You're rolling down the river boys
   Am         Em
To old Chicoutimi


[Chorus]
    Am
So, follow me lads
             C
‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale
G                       Am
One pint down you'll be swingin’ in 
the gale
D                           C
Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' 
in your shoes
      G                     Am   
We're half-seas over on the Joli 
Em
Rouge


[Verse]
   Am
So you can have a Magners
    C
And pour it over ice
   G
Or you can have a Strongbow
        Am
If it's sadness that you like
   D
Or join us up the river
          C
And we'll set your heart aglow
    G
And how you'll feel
              Am              Em
When the real cider starts to flow


[Chorus]
    Am
So, follow me lads
             C
‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale
G                       Am
One pint down you'll be swingin’ in 
the gale
D                           C
Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' 
in your shoes
      G                     Am   
We're half-seas over on the Joli 
Em
Rouge


[Chorus]
    Am
So, follow me lads
             C
‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale
G                       Am
One pint down you'll be swingin’ in 
the gale
D                           C
Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' 
in your shoes
      G                     Am   
We're half-seas over on the Joli 
Em
Rouge