The BANDICOOT

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
A drink for the afternoon
Tis made of the apples
From up the mighty Huon

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 Wilson’s Bandicoot

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 Wilson’s Bandicoot

So turn your sails over
And bring her hard around
Find that little star and sail
Straight we’re homeward bound
The wild sun upon your back
The wind a-blowing down
You're rolling down the river boys
To old Hobart Town

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 Wilson’s Bandicoot

So you can have a Somersby
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 Wilson’s Bandicoot