Текст песни: The Cider Drinker Marches On + перевод

When Eve was in the garden

She plucked an apple fair

She pressed it into cider

And gave her mate his share

Then anger split the heavens

And they walked away in shame

And still I sit in exile

No scrumpy to my name

The night 'tis dark before the dawn

Take heart, the lonely cider drinker marches on

And the dogs of prohibition

Their voices dark and shrill

Denied our ancient birthright

And torched the cider mills

They banished from the new world

What belongs to you and me

Oh, the juice of nature’s apples

From the finest of her trees

From Adge Cutler,

And The Wurzels

To the mighty Jamer Ford.

We trace this noble heritage

To the Glastonbury Tor

Now some may fight for silver

And some may fight for land

For scrumpy’s sake, the cider punk

He makes his final stand

The night 'tis dark before the dawn

Take heart, the lonely cider drinker marches on

(Oi!)

So come you lads and lasses

Put down that wretched brew

The Strongbow growers at Bulmers

They’re not worthy of you

And seek you real cider

And set aside the rest

Until the day that golden sun

Comes rising in the west

The night 'tis dark before the dawn

Take heart, the lonely cider drinker marches on

Oh where has all the scrumpy gone?

Take heart, the lonely cider drinker marches on

(Oh!)

(Yes!)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha!)

(Cider!)

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