West Country Man

Will I have a cider?
 Will I have a scrumpy?
 Turbo, Merridale, Wilkins' Cidery
 Doesn't really matter much to me
 I drinks it in the morning and I drinks it all the day
 I own it is the finest in the land
 Plain to see
 The only life for me
 I am a west Country man
 Will I take a lady?
 Sarah, Jess or Katie?
 Fat hips, red lips, sweet as sugar pie
 That's the type of pretty girl for I
 We're rollin' in the hay, jubilee, jubilee
 I own she is the fairest in the land
 Plain to see
 The only life for me
 I am a west Country man
 I'll travel far and wide
 With comrades at my side
 West Country is a place that you can find
 But furthermore, a state of mind
 So drink thee cider down
 Pass the jug around,
 Listen the Wurzels when you can
 Live loud and free, soon enough you'll be
 A real West Country Man