Joli Rouge The Dreadnoughts
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[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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 up the river boys to old Chicoutimi
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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 up the river boys to old Chicoutimi
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