Drink Up Thy Zyder

Drink up thy zyder, George, pass us round the mug
Drink up thy zyder, George, garden's ver' nigh dug
Thy cheeks been getting redder, from Charterhouse to Cheddar
And there's still more cider in the jug!

Drink up thy zyder, drink up thy zyder
For tonight we'll merry be!
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut and so we be!

Drink up thy zyder, George, get up off the mat
Drink up thy zyder, George, put on thy gurt big hat
We're off to Barrow Gurney, for to see my brother Ernie
And there's still more cider in the vat!

(Altogether!)

Drink up thy zyder, drink up thy zyder
For tonight we'll merry be!
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut and so we be!

Drink up thy zyder, George, bissn't going far
Drink up thy zyder, George, getting quite a star
There's dung all o're the taters, halfway up your gaiters
But still more cider in the jar!

Drink up thy zyder, drink up thy zyder
For tonight we'll merry be!
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut and so we be!

Drink up thy zyder, George, time we had a rest!
Drink up thy zyder, George, finest e'er pressed
There's nothing like good cider to make your smile go wider
There's still more cider in the West!

Drink up thy zyder, drink up thy zyder
For tonight we'll merry be!
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut and so we be!

(Come on, again!)

Drink up thy zyder, drink up thy zyder
For tonight we'll merry be!
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut and so we be
And so be we!