Cider Song

——Jonathan, Winesap,
Sheep-nose,
Pippin—
Tumbling from the branches,
Falling all around,
Hartford sweet,
Bellflower,
Baldwin,
Russet,
In an apple orgy
Rolling on the ground.

——Maiden-blush,
Rambo,
Red cheek to amber,
Drunk with the autumn rain,
Tipsy with the sun,
Northern spy,
Greening,
Riotous and merry
Hoarders-up of summer,
Vintners every one.

Wonderful
To know
At the end of the harvest,
Apples in the orchard
Will be mellow
in a jug.
Wonderful
To know
In the white clutch of winter,
Apples in the orchard
Will be golden
In a mug.

Off to the press!
The wind is blowing colder,
Tumble in the hopper
As fast as you can.
Now there'll be
no need
For the faint heart to cower;
Apples in the orchard
Will be fire in a man!
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