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!