From ^AmFrance we get the Brandy From ^CMartinique the rum ^GSweet red Cabernet From ^AmItaly does come But the ^Dfairest of ‘em all me boys The ^Cone to beat the day ^GIs made from apples Up the ^Ammighty ^EmSaguenay

She's ^Amcalled the Dreadnought Cider She's ^Cproper and she's fine And ^Gwhen the day is over Sure, I ^Amwish that she were mine Or ^Din the dark of winter, or ^Con a summer's eve One hand ^Ggiveth and the ^Amother doth ^Emreceive

So, ^Amfollow me lads ‘cause this '^Cain't no grog or ale ^GOne pint down you'll be ^Amswingin’ in the gale ^DFive pints bully, you’ll be ^Cshakin' in your shoes We're ^Ghalf-seas over on the ^AmJoli ^EmRouge

So ^Amturn your sails over And ^Cbring her hard to port ^GFind that little star and fly ^AmStraight into the north The ^Dwild sun upon your back The ^Cwind a-blowing free ^GYou're rolling down the river boys To ^Amold ^EmChicoutimi

So, ^Amfollow me lads ‘cause this '^Cain't no grog or ale ^GOne pint down you'll be ^Amswingin’ in the gale ^DFive pints bully, you’ll be ^Cshakin' in your shoes We're ^Ghalf-seas over on the ^AmJoli ^EmRouge

So ^Amyou can have a Magners And ^Cpour it over ice Or ^Gyou can have a Strongbow If it's ^Amsadness that you like Or ^Djoin us up the river And we'll ^Cset your heart aglow ^GAnd how you'll feel When the real ^Amcider starts to ^Emflow

So, ^Amfollow me lads ‘cause this '^Cain't no grog or ale ^GOne pint down you'll be ^Amswingin’ in the gale ^DFive pints bully, you’ll be ^Cshakin' in your shoes We're ^Ghalf-seas over on the ^AmJoli ^EmRouge

The Dreadnoughts - Joli rouge