| When the moon shines on the cow shed | 
| And we’re rollin' in the hay | 
| All the cows are out there grazing | 
| And the milk is on its way. | 
| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day | 
| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away | 
| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay. | 
| It’s so cosy in the kitchen with the smell of rabbit stew | 
| When the breeze blows 'cross the farmyard | 
| You can smell the cow sheds too. | 
| (Oh, I’ve never smelt nothing like it in all my life!) | 
| When those combine wheels stops turning | 
| And a hard day’s work is done | 
| There’s a pub around the corner | 
| It’s the place we have our fun. | 
| (Arr, we’ll have some fun 'n' all.) | 
| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day | 
| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away | 
| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay. | 
| (Come on, get a couple of pints down 'ere then!) | 
| Now dear old Mabel | 
| When she’s able we takes a stroll down Lover’s Lane | 
| And we’ll sink a pint of Scrumpy | 
| Then we’ll play old nature’s game. | 
| (Ha ha! Proper job!) | 
| But we end up in the duck pond | 
| When the pub is sized to close | 
| With me breeches full o' tadpoles | 
| And the newts between me toes. | 
| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day | 
| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away | 
| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay. | 
| (Come on everyone, get up 'ere then! | 
| Ha ha!) | 
| I am a cider drinker, I drinks it all of the day | 
| I am a cider drinker, It soothes all me troubles away | 
| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay. | 
| Oh arr oh arr aay, oh arr oh arr aay. | 
| Let cider be the spice of life! |