Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Joli rouge , by - The Dreadnoughts. Song from the album Into the North, in the genre Европейская музыкаRelease date: 14.11.2019
Record label: Stomp
Song language: English
Joli rouge |
| From France we get the Brandy |
| From Martinique the rum |
| Sweet red Cabernet |
| From Italy does come |
| But the fairest of ‘em all me boys |
| The one to beat the day |
| Is made from apples |
| Up the mighty Saguenay |
| So, follow me lads |
| ‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale |
| One pint down you’ll be swingin' in the gale |
| Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' in your shoes |
| We’re half-seas over on the Joli Rouge |
| She’s called the Dreadnought Cider |
| She’s proper and she’s fine |
| And when the day is over |
| Sure, I wish that she were mine |
| Or in the dark of winter, or on a summer’s eve |
| One hand giveth and the other doth receive |
| So, follow me lads |
| ‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale |
| One pint down you’ll be swingin' in the gale |
| Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' in your shoes |
| We’re half-seas over on the Joli Rouge |
| So turn your sails over |
| And bring her hard to port |
| Find that little star and fly |
| Straight into the north |
| The wild sun upon your back |
| The wind a-blowing free |
| You’re rolling down the river boys |
| To old Chicoutimi |
| So, follow me lads |
| ‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale |
| One pint down you’ll be swingin' in the gale |
| Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' in your shoes |
| We’re half-seas over on the Joli Rouge |
| So you can have a Magners |
| And pour it over ice |
| Or you can have a Strongbow |
| If it’s sadness that you like |
| Or join us up the river |
| And we’ll set your heart aglow |
| And how you’ll feel |
| When the real cider starts to flow |
| So, follow me lads |
| ‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale |
| One pint down you’ll be swingin' in the gale |
| Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' in your shoes |
| We’re half-seas over on the Joli Rouge |
| So, follow me lads |
| ‘cause this 'ain't no grog or ale |
| One pint down you’ll be swingin' in the gale |
| Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin' in your shoes |
| We’re half-seas over on the Joli Rouge |