Joli rouge The Longest Johns

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
Oh, 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