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