Текст песни West Country Man

Will I have a cider? Will I have a scrumpy? Turbo, Merridale, Wilkins' Cidery Doesn't really matter much to me I drinks it in the morning and I drinks it all the day I own it is the finest in the land Plain to see The only life for me I am a west Country man Will I take a lady? Sarah, Jess or Katie? Fat hips, red lips, sweet as sugar pie That's the type of pretty girl for I We're rollin' in the hay, jubilee, jubilee I own she is the fairest in the land Plain to see The only life for me I am a west Country man I'll travel far and wide With comrades at my side West Country is a place that you can find But furthermore, a state of mind So drink thee cider down Pass the jug around, Listen the Wurzels when you can Live loud and free, soon enough you'll be A real West Country Man