Not specifically about cider but there are the occasional references

Twice Daily

Now when Oi were a lad, Oi were so glad
To go out in the hay-time
With me fork an' a bottle an' a cork
In the good old zummer day time
And then one day amongst the hay
I met young Lucy Bailey
I said, "My dear, d'you oft come here?"
And she said, "Yes, sir, twice daily."

We had such fun in the summer sun.
Lucy were so thrillin'.
Sweet and pure, but Oi weren't sure
That young maid were willin'
Till one day among the hay
We was workin' gaily,
She ups an' zlips, an' zummat rips
An' Oi went there twice daily.

She said, "Oh! dear, Oi do feel queer.
Think Oi ought to tell 'ee.
'Taint new bread," she sadly said,
"The swellin' of me belly.
Oughter go To Doctor Joe."
Off she went so gaily.
He gave 'er a dollop of gurt thick jollop.
And said, "Take this twice daily."

Now Lucy's dad were very mad,
Chased Oi round the hay mow,
'E said, "My son, You've 'ad your fun.
The time has come to pay now.
My girl you'll wed," the old man said
As he waved his shotgun gaily.
"If you don't," he said, "Oi'll put some lead
Where you won't go twice daily."

Well, the very next day, in the month of May,
We held the ceremony,
Paid off the vicar with a gallon of liquor,
Rode to church on a pony
And the village folks for miles around
Waved and shouted gaily,
But there's no doubt, you'll get found out
If you go there twice daily.

Now, to Lucy's joy, she had a boy.
What a little darlin',
Round and fat as a Cheshire cat,
Perky as a starlin'.
Skin were smooth as a cider jar
And they called him Buster Bailey,
Fed un on swedes an' charlock weeds
An' a pint of scrump twice daily.

Now we'm old, our story's told,
Been forty years together
An' we often stray where we tossed the hay
In that old-time summer weather.
Kids, we got, full ten or more.
We goes on quite gaily.
Though Oi'm old an' grey,
When Oi gets me way
Oi still goes there twice daily.