| When the moon shines on the cow shed
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| And we’re rollin' in the hay
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| All the cows are out there grazing
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| And the milk is on its way.
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| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day
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| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away
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| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay.
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| It’s so cosy in the kitchen with the smell of rabbit stew
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| When the breeze blows 'cross the farmyard
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| You can smell the cow sheds too.
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| (Oh, I’ve never smelt nothing like it in all my life!)
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| When those combine wheels stops turning
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| And a hard day’s work is done
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| There’s a pub around the corner
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| It’s the place we have our fun.
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| (Arr, we’ll have some fun 'n' all.)
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| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day
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| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away
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| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay.
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| (Come on, get a couple of pints down 'ere then!)
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| Now dear old Mabel
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| When she’s able we takes a stroll down Lover’s Lane
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| And we’ll sink a pint of Scrumpy
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| Then we’ll play old nature’s game.
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| (Ha ha! Proper job!)
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| But we end up in the duck pond
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| When the pub is sized to close
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| With me breeches full o' tadpoles
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| And the newts between me toes.
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| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day
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| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away
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| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay.
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| (Come on everyone, get up 'ere then!
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| Ha ha!)
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| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day
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| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away
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| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay.
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| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay.
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| Let cider be the spice of life! |