The Cider Drinker Marches On

When Eve was in the garden she plucked an apple fair

She pressed it into cider and gave her mate his share

Then anger split the heavens and they walked away in shame

And still I sit in exile no Scrumpy to my name

The night, 'tis dark before the dawn

Take heart the lonely cider drinker marches on

And the dogs of prohibition, their voices dark and shrill

Denied our ancient birthright and torched the cider mills

They banished from the new world what belongs to you and me

All the juice of nature's apples from the finest of her trees

From Ashcutler and the Wurzels to the mighty Chamber ford

We trace this noble heritage to the Glastonbury Tor

Now some may fight for silver and some may fight for land

For Scrumpy's sake the cider punk he makes his final stand

The night, 'tis dark before the dawn

Take heart the lonely cider drinker marches on

So come ye lads and lasses put down that wretched brew

It's strong bone growers and bulmers they're not worthy of you

And seek your real cider and set aside the rest

Until the day that golden sun comes rising in the west

The night, 'tis dark before the dawn

Take heart the lonely cider drinker marches on

Oh where has all the Scrumpy gone?

Take heart the lonely cider drinker marches on

Cider!