some slight corrections.. and translation for the colonials.. GDrink up your cider George, Cpass me round the jug GDrink up your cider George, the D7garden's almost dug with dung spread over the potatoes, and halfway up your gaiters And there's Gstill more D7cider in the Gjug. GDrink up your cider George, Cyour not going far GDrink up your cider George, thee's D7gettin' quite a star Thy Gcheeks are getting redder, from CCharterhouse to Cheddar And there's Gstill more D7cider in the Gjar. GDrink up your cider George, Cget up off the mat GDrink up your cider George, put D7on thy great big hat We're Ggoing to Barrow Gurney, to Csee me brother Ernie And there's Gstill more D7cider in the Gvat Drink up your cider George, it's time we had a rest Drink up your cider George, the finest ever pressed There's nothing like good cider To make your smile grow wider And there's still more cider in the West! milkmaids/ milkchurns.. take your pick! oo-aar!
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