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when the mCoon shines oFn the cCow shed and were rCollin iFn the hCay all the coCws are oFut there gCrazing and the miGlk is on its wCay
Ci am a cider drFinker, Fi drinks it all of the dCay Ci am a cider drFinker, Fit soothes all me troubles aCway Coh arr oh arr aGay, oGh arr oh arr aCay
its so cCosy iFn the kiCtchen with the sCmell of Frabbit sCtew when the bCreeze blows crFoss the fCarmyard you can smGell the cow sheds tCoo (Coh ive never smelt nothing like it in all my life !) when the cCombine whFeels stop Cturning and a haCrd days woFrk is Cdone theres a Cpub aroFund the Ccorner its the pGlace we have our fCun
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now dear old mCabel wFhen she's aCble we takes a sCtroll down loFvers laCne and we'll sCink a pFint of sCcrumpy and we'll pGlay old natures gCame. (Cha ha ha! oo arr!) but we eCnd up iFn the dCuck pond when the Cpub is sFized to cClose with me bCreeches fFull of tCadpoles and the nGewts between me tCoes
chorus x 2 let cider be the spice of life !