CAPO 1ST
when the m[D]oon shines o[G]n the c[D]ow shed
and were r[D]ollin i[G]n the h[D]ay
all the co[D]ws are o[G]ut there g[D]razing
and the mi[A]lk is on its w[D]ay
[D]i am a cider dr[G]inker, [G]i drinks it all of the d[D]ay
[D]i am a cider dr[G]inker, [G]it soothes all me troubles a[D]way
[D]oh arr oh arr a[A]ay, o[A]h arr oh arr a[D]ay
its so c[D]osy i[G]n the ki[D]tchen
with the s[D]mell of [G]rabbit s[D]tew
when the b[D]reeze blows cr[G]oss the f[D]armyard
you can sm[A]ell the cow sheds t[D]oo
([D]oh ive never smelt nothing like it in all my life !)
when the c[D]ombine wh[G]eels stop [D]turning
and a ha[D]rd days wo[G]rk is [D]done
theres a [D]pub aro[G]und the [D]corner
its the p[A]lace we have our f[D]un
chorus
now dear old m[D]abel w[G]hen she's a[D]ble
we takes a s[D]troll down lo[G]vers la[D]ne
and we'll s[D]ink a p[G]int of s[D]crumpy
and we'll p[A]lay old natures g[D]ame.
([D]ha ha ha! oo arr!)
but we e[D]nd up i[G]n the d[D]uck pond
when the [D]pub is s[G]ized to c[D]lose
with me b[D]reeches f[G]ull of t[D]adpoles
and the n[A]ewts between me t[D]oes
chorus x 2
let cider be the spice of life !
when the m[D]oon shines o[G]n the c[D]ow shed
and were r[D]ollin i[G]n the h[D]ay
all the co[D]ws are o[G]ut there g[D]razing
and the mi[A]lk is on its w[D]ay
[D]i am a cider dr[G]inker, [G]i drinks it all of the d[D]ay
[D]i am a cider dr[G]inker, [G]it soothes all me troubles a[D]way
[D]oh arr oh arr a[A]ay, o[A]h arr oh arr a[D]ay
its so c[D]osy i[G]n the ki[D]tchen
with the s[D]mell of [G]rabbit s[D]tew
when the b[D]reeze blows cr[G]oss the f[D]armyard
you can sm[A]ell the cow sheds t[D]oo
([D]oh ive never smelt nothing like it in all my life !)
when the c[D]ombine wh[G]eels stop [D]turning
and a ha[D]rd days wo[G]rk is [D]done
theres a [D]pub aro[G]und the [D]corner
its the p[A]lace we have our f[D]un
chorus
now dear old m[D]abel w[G]hen she's a[D]ble
we takes a s[D]troll down lo[G]vers la[D]ne
and we'll s[D]ink a p[G]int of s[D]crumpy
and we'll p[A]lay old natures g[D]ame.
([D]ha ha ha! oo arr!)
but we e[D]nd up i[G]n the d[D]uck pond
when the [D]pub is s[G]ized to c[D]lose
with me b[D]reeches f[G]ull of t[D]adpoles
and the n[A]ewts between me t[D]oes
chorus x 2
let cider be the spice of life !
