West Country Man Lyrics

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

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