Windsor's Cider - The Merry Wives of Windsor

We both like apple cider But your hair be smelling like fruit punch And I don't even like you that much Wait, I do, fuck Call me at midnight Let's give this thing a try You said you liked my hair So go ahead and touch it You said you liked this jumper I wore So I always wore it It's really nice to talk to you It's really nice to hold your hand It's really nice to talk to you It's really nice to hold your hand And even if we're just friends We could be more than that And even if we're just friends We could be more than that So call me at midnight Let's give this thing a try Call me at midnight Let's give this thing a try So call me at midnight Ask you if it's alright To have a sleepover To drink some apple cider Or maybe some fruit punch And we can talk about how we don't like each other much

When i was a young las I met me strapping Jonny. He was tall and he was handsome And i looked upon him fondly. He started is pursuing And sun we were a'courting. And when springtime was'a fading A gold ring I was a'sporting. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. A year we were betrothed And the wedding plans were started. Come hell or come high water I knew we would not be parted. But then we were'a married And I started to grieving'n. Because me handsome Johnny Had turned to a life of thieving. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. He traveled of for fortnights, Gathering up his booty. But I stood beside me husband For it was me solemn duty. For years I was'a hoping His ways ways would be'a mending. That he would be an honest man Before his life was ending. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. One day the captain Farrell On my door he came a'rapping. He said he would kill my husband Lest I did agree to trapp him. So I waited until midnight When my Johnny was a'sleeping. And I got up in my bed clothes Through the house i was a'creeping. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. I saw him of that morning The deception I did cover. And I bid me Johnny farewell For me heart still called him lover. They captured my poor Johnny And now he lies in prison. And he say my name in curses But at least me husbands living. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar.

What do you do with a drunken barmaid? What do you do with a drunken barmaid? What do you do with a drunken barmaid, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Put her in the privy and tip it over Put her in the privy and tip it over Put her in the privy and tip it over, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Switch her Guinness with Budweiser Switch her Guinness with Budweiser Switch her Guinness with Budweiser, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Hitch up her skirts and charge admission Hitch up her skirts and charge admission Hitch up her skirts and charge admission, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Dip her in the honey and let us lick her Dip her in the honey and let us lick her Dip her in the honey and let us lick her, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Take her to the cellar and spank her Take her to the cellar and spank her Take her to the cellar and spank her, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Throw her on the table and bang her sober Throw her on the table and bang her sober Throw her on the table and bang her sober, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Marry her off to a drunken sailor Marry her off to a drunken sailor Marry her off to a drunken sailor, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' That's what you do with a drunken barmaid That's what you do with a drunken barmaid That's what you do with a drunken barmaid, earl-y in the mornin'