Joli rouge - The Dreadnoughts

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