Drink Up Thy Cider
I come from the West Country
it’s the best place to be
they say there is incest
but I don’t love my own sis
We be drinking up in cider bars
we do it for a wider ahrse
it’ll make you smile true
we got tractors we don’t need cars
Because we be drinking up thy cider
jolly old times that make you a smiler
nothing’s better than cider
when cider’s inside yer
We be drinking up thy cider
We be drinking up thy cider
Cider
Cider
Cider
West
Coun
Tree
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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