The Wurzels

"The Wurzels Are Scrumptious" LP


This was the first album to be released by The Wurzels following Adge Cutler's death the previous year. It was released in July 1975 as a 12" vinyl stereo LP on the EMI 'One-Up' record label with catalogue number OU2087. The album was simultaneously released on cassette tape and 8-track cartridge on the Executive series. It was later released as a CD in 2009.

The Band Line-Up:

At the time of the recording of this single The Wurzels consisted of Tommy Banner (piano, organ and accordion), Tony Baylis (bass, bass guitar and sousaphone) and Pete Budd (guitars and banjo). On this recording they were assisted by drummers Andy White, Dougie Wright and Tony Fennell.

Track Listing:

  • Side 1
  • 1. Drink Up Thy Zider (Play-On - Cutler)
    2. Don't Tell I, Tell 'Ee (Crozier- Sheldon
    3. Look At 'Ee, Lookin' At I (Cutler-Davis) 
    4. Who Needs Summer? (Ed Welch)
    5. The Verger (Crozier-Sheldon) 
     interpolating City Girl (Barratt) and Somewhere My Love (Jarre-Webster)
    6. Speedy Gonzales (Kaye-Hill-Lee)
    7. Twice Daily (Cutler)
  • Side 2
  • 1. The Shepton Mallet Matador (Cutler)
         interpolating Y Viva Espana (Caerts-Rozenstraten-Gomez) 
    2. A Drinking Man's Life (Baylis) 
    3. I'm The Captain Of A Dredger (Cutler-Davis)
    4. Cheddar Cheese (Banner-Budd-Baylis) 
    5. Gotta Have Tenderness (Torok-Redd)
    6. The Market Gardener (Cutler-Davis)
    7. Drink Up Thy Zider ( Cutler)

The Tracks:

For their first 'solo' album The Wurzels continued with Adge's style of music choosing to record their versions of tracks Adge had already recorded, some of his compositions not yet set on record and a few 'new' songs but of a similar ilk. The album was recorded both 'on location' at Ruda Bay Holiday Park in Devon and at the EMI Abbey Road studios. There was no promotional single release prior to the album going on sale - the planned single Captain Of The Dredger being cancelled. The album, in keeping with all the Adge Cutler albums, was produced by EMI's Bob Barratt.

Of the 14 tracks on this album 13 were full songs, track one, Drink Up Thy Zider, being only a play-on.

Four of the tracks had already been recorded by Adge Cutler and The Wurzels - Don't Tell I, Tell 'Ee (Crozier- Sheldon ), Twice Daily (Cutler), The Shepton Mallet Matador (Cutler) and Drink Up Thy Zider ( Cutler).

Three tracks had been written by Adge Cutler (along with his friend and ex-Wurzel Henry Davis) - I'm The Captain Of A Dredger, The Market Gardener and Look At 'Ee, Lookin' At I. Adge never had the opportunity to record them himself.

Two of the tracks were written by the band members - A Drinking Man's Life (Baylis) and Cheddar Cheese (Banner-Budd-Baylis).

Finally the four remaining tracks were Who Needs Summer? (Ed Welch), The Verger (Crozier-Sheldon), Speedy Gonzales (Kaye-Hill-Lee) and Gotta Have Tenderness (Torok-Redd). 

Disc and Label Variations:

In common with all The Wurzels' EMI album releases from 1975 to 1980 this album remained 'on catalogue' for many years. Unlike the Adge Cutler / Wurzel albums from 1967 onwards The Wurzel albums have few variations in labels and sleeves. By 1975 all album sleeves were of the wrap-around type and most were laminated. Tax codes on vinyl records had been discarded and the vinyl weights - which were now generally the same on all records - were on the light side when compared to the high-quality heavy vinyl of the 1960s. Matrix, Mother and Stamper codes were still used on the vinyl and the information centred around Adge's 1960's recordings that can be found on the Main Menu under 'Vinyl Collecting Guides' remains relevant with minor changes between different record labels. The inner sleeves changed little over the period. Unlike the 1960s, which saw inner sleeves bearing advertising information, the 1970's to 80's were white company sleeves with minor variations. The 'Dating Record Sleeves' guide (in the Main Menu) indicates which inner sleeves would be expected to be found between 1974 and 1983 (types H,J,K, AND L).

Stereo pressing of OU2087 on the EMI One-Up label.

A Side: Matrix OU 2087 A-1 RJL 2 RA

B Side: Matrix OU 2087 B-1 RJL 1 RO

(RJL was the mastering engineer)

Album Sleeve Rear:

The sleeve, manufactured by Garrod and Lofthouse in July 1975, was of the wrap-around style and not laminated. The artwork shows a photo of the band taken at Dunning Mill, East Grinstead (courtesy of Mr George Spooner). The sleeve notes give comprehensive details about the album itself and an interesting introduction to the band members written by Tony Baylis.

Collectors' Extras:


This is a unique collector's item - a 12" double-sided white label record. This is a pre-production test-print of the album. The vinyl itself is the same as the one that went into production with the plain white label stating the album title. The reverse of the disc also has a white label but with no information on it.


A Side: Matrix OU 2087 A-1 RJL 1 G

B Side: Matrix OU 2087 B-1 RJL 1 G

(RJL was the mastering engineer) 

Collectors' Extras:


Interesting collector's item - sleeve artwork autographed by all three Wurzels.


A Side: Matrix OU 2087 A-1 RJL 1 G B Side: Matrix OU 2087 B-1 RJL 1 G 

The Wurzels Are Scrumptious - Song Lyrics

  • Side 1
  • 1. Drink Up Thy Zider (Play-On - Cutler)
    2. Don't Tell I, Tell 'Ee (Crozier- Sheldon
    3. Look At 'Ee, Lookin' At I (Cutler-Davis) 
    4. Who Needs Summer? (Ed Welch)
    5. The Verger (Crozier-Sheldon) 
          interpolating City Girl (Barratt) and Somewhere My        Love (Jarre-Webster)
    6. Speedy Gonzales (Kaye-Hill-Lee)
    7. Twice Daily (Cutler)
  • Side 2
  • 1. The Shepton Mallet Matador (Cutler)
         interpolating Y Viva Espana (Caerts-
         Rozenstraten-Gomez) 
    2. A Drinking Man's Life (Baylis) 
    3. I'm The Captain Of A Dredger (Cutler-Davis)
    4. Cheddar Cheese (Banner-Budd-Baylis) 
    5. Gotta Have Tenderness (Torok-Redd)
    6. The Market Gardener (Cutler-Davis)
    7. Drink Up Thy Zider ( Cutler)

Side 1


Side 1, Track 1 - Drink Up Thy Zider (play on)
[Spoken] Everybody now….

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
For tonight we'll merry be

[Spoken] Come on ther….

We'll knock the milk churns over, and roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we
And so be we



Side 1, Track 2 - Don't Tell I, Tell 'Ee

Hey hey my babby

Well I never been to school, never been to college
Sooner be dead than stuff me head with a load of useless knowledge
Never couldn't see, no point in history
Cos I weren't there, and I don't care, so don't tell I, tell 'ee

[Spoken] Come on there

(Chorus)
Don't tell I, tell 'ee, that's my philosophy
When folks do swear and tear their hair, don't tell I tell 'ee

[Spoken] Come on my beauties. Yoo hoo.

Young Sarah Jones one day, got in the family way
Her Father come with a gurt big gun, said “you'll have to pay”
Chased I up a tree, I hollered “leave I be
Cos I 'appen to know, it were old Fred Snow
So, don't blame I blame 'ee”

[Spoken] Come on

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Woah my babbys….

While cycling out one night, a PC came in sight
He were making it hot because I ain’t got no brakes no bell no light
“I'll sling the book at 'ee”, it copper said with glee
I said “sling all you like, it's thine Dad's bike
So, don't tell I tell 'ee”

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Yee hoo Ar….

Now I got a lift to town, with good old Farmer Brown
On a ten-ton truck with a loada muck, that's when he set us down
A drink we did agree, would be good for we
The barmaid rose, she held her nose
Said “don't smell I smell 'ee”

[Spoken] Everybody….

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Here we go again, woo hoo, lovely

Old vicar came along, he said “you know t'is wrong”
“Cos you gets tight on Friday nights”, I answered 'ee real strong
“Now Vicar you'll agree, the Lord created 'ee
And I'm afraid t'is how I'm made
So, don't tell I, tell 'ee”
Yeah….



Side 1, Track 3 - Look At 'Ee, Looking At I

I knows a little girlie down in the Dings
Who knows a few things, oh ah
We often meets in the bus or the street
Or Saturday nights up the Spa
I wouldn't say she fears I
But whenever she gets near I
Her face do go glum and as red as a plum
And she shouts to her Mum, “yer Ma”

(Chorus)
Look at 'ee looking at I
He's got a face like a pork pie
Or maybe t'is more like a wet suet pudding
Either way thee's cassent say it's a good 'un
He's giving I a look he thinks is flirty
But I thinks that he's dirty
I'd like to grab that bleeder
And chuck him in the feeder
Look at 'ee looking at I

[Spoken] Come on my cockers….

I seen her once in Victoria Park
Just before dark, not late
I said “oh my babby, if thee's'll let I grab 'ee
Maybe we could fix a date”
I asked her why she oodn't face I
She said, “what's mean, just have to chase I”
And off she'da run like the shock of a gun
And they heard her down in Ashton Gate

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Yer we go then boys….
Right on there yo….

I thought as I followed her down Shirehampton Way
That I'd be ok last week
Thinking we'd get merry on the old Pill ferry
Sitting ther cheek to cheek
But what followed was a pity
I might as well as watched the City
She squealed fit to kill and the boat took a spill
And I finished up in Pill Creek

Look at 'ee looking at I
'Er don't look so bad on the sly
And as for his face, I could be mistaken
Tell me what's wrong with a rasher of bacon
Now Ma that he's grabbing 'old I
I remember what thee's taught I
If a chaps looks this depressing
Shut thee eyes and count thee blessings
Look at 'ee looking at I, I, I
Look at 'ee looking at I

[Spoken] What we doing kid?

Look at 'ee looking at I

[Spoken] All right


Side 1, Track 4 - Who Needs Summer

Old Jack Frost has done his best
To bring our winter world to rest
So, Rose and I will build our nest again
So, who cares now about the weather
I'll think of me and Rose together
Rolling in that mountain heather then

So, tell me….

Who needs Summer, now Rose is here with me
Those long Winter evenings, we're cosy after tea
I think by the Springtime, there'll be one more mouth to feed
Tell me, who needs Summer? Not me

My little Rose is like a sparrow
She likes a ride in my old barrow
She says, “what's that”, I says “my marrow, see”
She says, “it isn't very fat”
I says “Jack Frost's to blame for that
I'd better give it to the cat for tea”

So, tell me….

Who needs Summer, now Rose is here with me
Those long Winter evenings, we're cosy after tea
I think by the Springtime, there'll be one more mouth to feed
Tell me, who needs Summer? Not me

Na na na

[Spoken]
Who needs Summer, now Rose is here with me
They long Winter evenings, we'em cosy a'ter tea
I think by the Springtime, there'll be one more mouth to feed
Tell me, who needs Summer? Not me

So, tell me….

Who needs Summer, now Rose is here with me
Those long Winter evenings, we're cosy after tea
I think by the Springtime there'll be one more mouth to feed
Tell me, who needs Summer, who needs Summer, who needs Summer?
Not me.



Side 1, Track 5 - The Verger

Now, I'm the Verger of the church that stands upon the green
It's not too big and it's not too small and I keeps it nice and clean
It isn't old and it isn't new and it isn't picturesque
But take a look at the visitor's book that's chained to this old desk

There's Attila The Hun, and Steptoe and Son, came to this church one Monday
From way up Leeds in Yorkshire, came the Bishop of Stars on Sunday
There's Cassius Clay and John Conte and Henry Cooper too
And at the bottom of the page a lad who's called Kung Fu

[Spoken] Brother Peter will now pass amongst you with the collection box, please give generously and don't forget, 8% VAT

We, get a lot of visitors, especially at weekends
I touches me hat and gives them the chat and see what the good Lord sends
I don't neglect my duty, I tries to earn me wages
But there's many a name from the Hall of Fame appearing on these pages

We've a General de Gaulle, and John and Paul, and also George and Ringo
Who came and went in early Lent, when I was down the bingo
I felt I needed forty winks, that's how I missed Tom Jones
And the Reverend Ian Paisley who came with the Rolling Stones

[Spoken] I'm telling you, here today, that I don't get, no satisfaction

Now, it really is vexatious and fed up with it I've got
When anyone important comes I'm never on the spot
When I had a cough, took a Sunday off, there must have been a rush
With President Nixon, PC Dixon, The Pope and Basil Brush

We've a Georgie Best, and all the rest, of Manchester United
And I didn't see him, nor Tiny Tim, I must be getting short-sighted
I'm nearly certain I saw Richard Burton; I think I saw his car go
Well his name's in the book, you can see if you look, between Twiggy and Dr Zhivago

[Spoken] Will the choirboy who put the piranha fish in the font please give me a hand in the vestry after this service

Now, the Vicar has said, and the Vicar should know that these are fangled names
They're just a lot of silly *BEEP* playing silly games
So, I lurks behind the Wurzel bush when anybody passes
And scrutinise the visitors through the curate's opera glasses

I've got six Kilroy's, and one George Brown, and a couple of Elsie Tanners
I gives them a frown, a dressing down and I tells them to mind their manners
I tells ‘em they should be ashamed, they say “all right we heard ya”
But, one and all both great and small they all remember the Verger
But one and all both great and small they all remember the Verger
Verrrrrgerrrrr


Side 1, Track 6 - Speedy Gonzales

[Spoken] It was a moonlit night in old Keynsham, and as I strolled along by the banks of the old River Chew, suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Radstock girl

La la laaaa, La la la la la la la laaaa, 
La la la la la la la laaaa, la la la la la la la laaaa

Thee's better come home Speedy Gonzales
Away from Timsbury Row
Stop all of thy drinking
With the floozy named Flo
Come on home to your husband
An’ Slap some paint on the wall
The roof is leaking like a strainer
There's loads of roaches in the hall

Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales)
Why don't 'ee come home (Speedy Gonzales)
Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales)
Oh, don't please leave I all alone

[Spoken] Hey Rosie. Gotta go down the pigsty get some perfume for Mother

Laaaa, La la la la la la laaaa, La la la la la la la laaaa, 
La la la la la la la laaaa

You know your dog is having puppies
And we're running out of scrump
No pickled onions in the icebox
And your Father's up the clump
Now you got dung upon yer t-shirt
Yer got no rollers in yer hair
And if yer gonna keep on messing
Well take your business outta here

Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales)
Why don't 'ee come home (Speedy Gonzales)
Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales)
Oh, don't please leave I all alone

[Spoken] Hey Rosie. Come quick. Down the pub they're giving green stamps with scrumpy

Laaaa, La la la la la la la laaaa, La la la la la la la laaaa,
La la la la la la la laaaa. (Repeat x 1)

[Spoken] That's 'ee my babby. Get on there


Side 1, Track 7 - Twice Daily

When I were a lad, I were so glad to go out in the daytime
With me fork and bottle and a cork, to help out in the haytime
Tossing hay upon the mound, met young Lucy Bailey
I said “my dear are you often here”, she said “yes sir twice daily”

[Spoken] Oooh…. Lovely bit of crumpet she was

We had such fun in the summer sun, Lucy were so thrillin’
Sweet and pure, and I weren't sure, if that young maid were willing’
Till one day among the hay, we was working gaily
When she upped and slipped, and summat ripped, and I went there twice daily

[Spoken] Aw. Nearly killed I

She said “my dear, I do feel queer, think I oughta tell 'ee”
“It aint new bread” she sadly said, “the swelling of me belly”
I ordered her to go to Dr Joe, and she went off quite gaily
He gave her a dollop, a gurt thick jollop, said “take that twice daily”

[Spoken] That weren't no syrup of figs either I'll tell 'ee

Lucy's Dad were very mad, chased I round the hay mound
Said “my son, thee's had your fun, the time has come to pay now
My girl you'll wed,” the old man said, as he waved his shotgun gaily
“If you don't” he said, “I'll put some lead, and you won't go there twice daily”

[Spoken] Oooh…. that put some colour in me cheeks I'll tell thee

Very next day in month of May, held the ceremony
Paid off the vicar with a gallon of liquor and rode to church on a pony
Village folks from miles around, waved and shouted gaily
Now there's no doubt, thee’s get caught out, if you'm goes there twice daily

[Spoken] Wanna take it steady brother, ha ha.

Lucy's joy, she had a boy, was a little darlin'
Round and fat like a Cheshire cat, perky as a starling
Skin were smooth as a cider jar, they called him Buster Bailey
Fed him on weeds and charlock weeds and a pint of scrump twice daily

[Spoken] See, he couldn't take to that (BEEP), see

Now we'em old, our story's been told, forty years together
And we often strays among the hay, in the good old Summer weather
Kids we've got full ten or more, and I goes on quite gaily
Though I'm old and grey….

[Spoken] Jock The Ripper
When I gets me way

[Spoken] Fred The Fairy
I still goes there twice daily 

Side 2

Side 2, Track 1 - The Shepton Mallet Matador

Now Jacko were so happy, working on the farm
With the cows and chickens, he couldn't do no harm
For years and years he worked and scraped and saved
To take one day that holiday he craved
Now he'll never be the same again
Since he took that holiday in Spain

(Chorus)
Wo-ho make way for that Timsbury torero
Ole for that Somerset senor
He's a real west country caballero
The Shepton Mallet Matador

Now the boys of the village all think it's very queer
Oh, the way that Jacko drinks wine instead of beer
And they say he's swapped his favourite cider jar
For a bottle of sherry and a thirty-bob guitar

(Repeat Chorus)

Yee-hoo….
Now the cows and chickens are digging up the dirt
When Jacko comes waving his old red flannel shirt
And he's always chasing round the old red cow
Cos, he thinks that he's a real bullfighter now

(Repeat Chorus)

Now on the farm if you hear hoots and howls
It's Jacko playing flamenco with the fowls
And every time he clicks his castanets
Instead of eggs, the hens lay omelettes

(Repeat Chorus)

[Instrumental]

(Repeat Chorus)

Yee-ha…
Now the farmer's missis went wild with delight
When Jacko serenaded her last night
And the farmer stopped him playing Cielito Lindo
With a pot of summat he threw from the upstairs window

(Repeat chorus)

La la la la la la laaaa, Viva Chew Magna
La la la la la la laaaa. The Shepton Mallet Matador
Ole


Side 2, Track 2 - A Drinking Man's Life

When I were a young man, I worshipped my Father
He were strong as an ox and as tall as a tree
I spent eight hours a day stood outside the boozer
He'd never ‘ave got home if it wasn't for me

When I were seven, he started me drinking
He told me that he'd make a man out of me
A pint for me breakfast, a pint for me dinner
And if I were lucky two pints for me tea

(Chorus)
Oh, a drinking man's life is not to be envied
A drinking man's life is not one that I'd choose
A drinking man's life has its fair share of trouble
I'd give it all up if it weren't for the booze, for the booze

[Spoken] Give it up my cocker

Now I am married my wife is enormous
She's built like a wrestler with fists made of steel. [Spoken] oh
I have to get plastered before I can face her
Then when she hits me the pain aint so real

[Spoken] Is that right then? God! Ooh arr

Last Saturday night I came home quite sober
The wife had hysterics from shock it were plain
The kids didn't know me, me dog bit my ankle
I'm making quite sure it don't happen again

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Just try a bit harder then, that's what thee's wanna do

The Labour Exchange is a horrible building
It's draughty and cold and it lets in the rain
When I get me money I run like the devil
Down to the pub where I spend it again

[Spoken] Wanna save a bit kid

They gave me a job, they said it would suit me
It's not an experience I'd go through again
They told me to be there, dead on nine thirty
Ok I said can I knock off at ten

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Tha's gotta try real 'ard, that's the trouble, see

When I grow old and the kids call me Grandad
My life will be peaceful, I'll not travel far
I'll not be the one to do lots of walking
As long as I get from the gents to the bar

[Spoken] Ah I know your game, one of they, Ha

If I go to heaven, St Peter will greet me
Come inside son, there's a place here for you
I won't have me wings, I won't have me halo
I won't have a half a pint, tankard 'll do

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Thee's cussent give it up if thee's try

I'd give it all up if it weren't for the booze, for the booze

[Spoken] Ah you just try a bit harder son

I'd give it all up if it weren't for the booze, for the booze



Side 2, Track 3 - I'm The Captain Of A Dredger

Ships all a-line, they look so fine, all white with flags and bunting
But we display the rust and grey, like trucks they use for shunting
And other craft both fore and aft, fly flags of many nations
But at our mast flies proud and fast, last Christmas decorations

(Chorus)
When the chains go bang and the buckets clang
There is no vessel finer
From Bristol Docks to the Mumble rocks
Proud as an ocean liner
Oh, let the farmer till the land and the clerk stick to his ledger
Yo ho ho and a cup of griddle-o, I'm the captain of the dredger

[Spoken] Take me on Tommy boy, them crocadillo on the noon tide

We may not be the Queen's Navy, to scour the mighty ocean
We stay instead round Portishead, drink the local potion
But once ashore, our ship counts more, than any battle cruiser
And at ten past two our gallant crew are smartly down the boozer

(Repeat Chorus) – [Mumble becomes Mumbles, and ledger becomes ledgers]

[Spoken] Come on me lads, too much cider last night w'on it? Come on there

There's many a tale of ships that sail in search of pirate's treasures
And film stars yachts of twenty knots, that tour the world for pleasure
What joy so rare could e'er compare, or thrill thee to the flannel
As when we budge that Avon sludge, we cart it up the Channel

(Repeat Chorus) [Mumbles and ledgers]

[Spoken] Hoist the main brace there lads! Come on there, down the pub in a minute. Wee-hee

The yarns they spin over rum and gin are told by jealous boasters
Cos all they swabs and bizarre jobs, tankering and coasters
But the Avon mud is in our blood, and when we dump the muck sir
We'll set our course for the old Black Horse, till it all clogs up again sir

(Repeat Chorus) [Mumbles and ledger]

[Spoken] Come on lads, time to knock off now

I'm the captain of the dredger


Side 2, Track 4 - Cheddar Cheese

They put a man way out in space to find a food that could replace
That good old tasty English Cheddar cheese
Sunday roast with Yorkshire pud, ‘n rhubarb tart is very good
But we prefer that good old Cheddar cheese

(Chorus)
Round the world you'll get exotic foods
Wash it down with different kinds of booze
But whether you're in London, or north of Kathmandu
There is only one thing I'll recommend to you

Porridge oats and curried goats, haggises will get my vote
They prefer that good old Cheddar cheese
A piece of steak carved off the rump, it happens nice as a pint of scrump
And a gurt big lump of English Cheddar cheese

(Repeat Chorus)

Now Bristol City football side down Ashton Gate they are the pride
Cos they all train on good old Cheddar cheese
Cockles winkles whelks and crab, fish and chips in a paper bag
Just don't compare with good old Cheddar cheese

(Repeat Chorus)

[Instrumental]

(Repeat Chrous)

If you stay in Somerset on holiday then don't forget
To try some good old English Cheddar cheese
If you're wondering what to eat, there's one thing you cannot beat
That good old tasty English Cheddar cheese

Cheddar, oh Cheddar, good old Cheddar cheese

[Instrumental]


Side 2, Track 5 - Gotta Have Tenderness

The sun comes up in the morning
Over the neighbouring hill
The breeze sings a song in the treetop
In tune with Mr. Whip-poor-will
Gotta have tenderness, gotta have tenderness
We gotta have love

Little white clouds go a-hurrying
Somewhere along their way
Across the highways of the sky
They softly seem to say
Gotta have tenderness, gotta have tenderness
We gotta have love

Everybody's worried 'bout a place in the sun
Nobody's worried about love
But a place in the sun won't be any fun
When it's love the world needs much more of

The sun comes up in the morning
Over the neighbouring hill
The breeze sings a song in the treetop
In tune with Mr. Whip-poor-will
Gotta have tenderness, gotta have tenderness
We gotta have love (the sun comes up in the morning)
We gotta have love (the sun comes up in the morning)
We gotta have love (the sun comes up in the morning)
Gotta have, love



Side 2, Track 6 - The Market Gardener

I am a market gardener; I grow all sorts of things
Great big ripe tomatoes, and lovely curly greens
I met a fair young maiden, and took her home to tea
I walked her round the garden, and this she said to me

Oh, I like your aspidistras, I think they're very nice
I showed her my forget-me-nots, she let me kiss her twice
I grabbed her by the geraniums, she yelled out with delight
I'd like to take a sample of your celery home tonight
Oh, your celery home tonight, your celery home tonight
I'd like to take a sample of your celery home tonight

We went into the outhouse, to see her blooms come out
And that she knew her onions, I soon was left no doubt
But when she grabbed me radishes, she yelled out with delight
I'd like to take a sample of your cucumber tonight
Oh, your cucumber tonight, your cucumber tonight
I'd like to take a sample of your cucumber tonight

She said she liked me parsnips, me turnips were a treat
But when I wasn't looking, she grabbed me sugar beet
But when she felt me gooseberries, so hairy and so light
She said if you can spare me one, I'll take it home tonight
Oh, I'll take it home tonight, I'll take it home tonight
She said if you can spare me one, I'll take it home tonight

She said she liked me rhubarb, so nice and long and red
And then she thought me walnuts were more her taste instead
But when she saw me lupin, so upright bold and bright
She said I think I'll have that one in me flowerpot tonight
Oh, me flowerpot tonight, me flowerpot tonight
She said I think I'll have that one in me flowerpot tonight

But now we're going steady, I keep her ground well tilled
I find I'm never short of time to keep her furrow filled
But when she sees a garden, she remembers with delight
The time she took a sample of me celery home that night
Oh, me celery home that night, me celery home that night
The time she took a sample of me celery home that night
Oh, me celery home that night, me celery home that night
The time she took a sample of me celery home that night


Side 2, Track 7 - Drink Up Thy Zider

Drink up thee cider George, pass us round the mug
Drink up thee cider George, the garden's ver’ nigh dug
Cheeks been getting redder, from Charterhouse to Cheddar
And there's still more cider in the jug
[Spoken] Come on

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
For tonight they'll merry be
[Spoken] Lovely Job
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we

Drink up thee cider George, ther bissent going far
Drink up thee cider George, tha's getting quite a star
There's dung all over your tater's, and halfway up they gaiters
And there's still more cider in the jar

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
For tonight they'll merry be
[Spoken] Lovely job
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we

Drink up thee cider George, get up off the mat
Drink up thy cider George, put on thy gurt big hat
We'em off to Barrow Gurney, to see me brother Ernie
There's still more cider in the vat

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
For tonight they'll merry be
[Spoken] Merry be
We'll knock the milk churns over, and roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we

Drink up thy cider George, thee's time thee's had a rest
Drink up thee cider George, the finest ever pressed
Nothing like good cider to make thee smile grow wider
And there's still more cider way down West

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
[Spoken] Come on
For tonight they'll merry be
[Spoken] Come on my beauties
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we

[Spoken] Everybody

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
For tonight they'll merry be
[Spoken] We'll show 'em what it's all about now
We'll knock the milk churns over and roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we
[Spoken] Come on now
And so be we….



Lyrics Kindly transcribed by M.Pelling & E.Bryant,
Verified by Professor Wurzel

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