Verse 1: Come on down to our zider shed
And bring along some cheese and bread
We’ll send ‘ee home w’e a muddled ‘ead
From drinking Chideock Zider
Zider, Zi i der
We’ll send ‘ee home w’e a muddled ‘ead
From drinking Chideock Zider
Verse 2: ‘Tis at the starting of the year
When we go out full of good cheer
We’ll beat the trees and sing wassail
For good old Chideock Zider
Zider, Zi i der
We’ll beat the trees and sing wassail
For good old Chideock Zider
Verse 3: In Spring when we have time to dwell
And apple blossom starts to swell
We hope thic whoap leaves they alone
Not spoil our Chideock Zider
Zider, Zi i der
We hope thic whoap leaves they alone
Not spoil our Chideock Zider
Verse 4: In Summer when the days are hot
We drink our Zider quite a lot
We lay about and take our ease
Filled with good Chideock Zider
Zider, Zi i der
We lay about and take our ease
Filled with good Chideock Zider
Verse 5: Tis Autumn time, a frail old sun
Shines down on apples by the ton
We man the press and build the cheese
To squeeze our Chideock Zider
Zider, Zi i der
We man the press and build the cheese
To squeeze our Chideock Zider
Verse 6: Dark Winter days and life slows down
We sit and mope and sniff around
But cheer up when we see they vats
Of Golden Chideock Zider
Zider, Zi i der
But cheer up when we see they vats
Of Golden Chideock Zider
NB: Whoap or Hoop is an old Dorset name for a bullfinch which is notorious for eating blossom buds!
©David Young July 2011