by The Dreadnoughts 2019

From France, we get the Brandy
From Martinique, the rum
Sweet red Cabernet from Italy does come
But the fairest of ’em all, me boys
The one to beat the day
Is made from apples
Up the mighty Saguenay

So, follow me lads
‘Cause this ain’t no grog or ale
One pint down, you’ll be swingin’ in the gale
Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin’ in your shoes
We’re half-seas-over on the Joli Rouge

She’s called The Dreadnought cider
She’s proper and she’s fine
And when the day is over, sure, I wish that she were mine
Or in the dark of winter, or on a summer’s eve
Oh, one hand giveth and the other doth receive

So, turn your sails over
And bring her hard to port
Find that little star and fly
Straight into the north
The wild sun upon your back
The wind a-blowing free
You’re rolling up the river boys
To old Chicoutimi

See, you can have the Mangers
And pour it over ice
Or you can have a Strong-bow
If it’s sadness that you like
Or join us up the river
And we’ll set your heart aglow
And how you’ll feel when the real
Cider starts to flow

[Chorus x2]