{title: Dead Dog Scrumpy}
{subtitle: Trevor Crozier (from the singing of Gail Duff)}
{c: AF play in C}
Well my [C]story starts a few years back, in a little cider mill,
A [G]poor old dog lay [C]down to rest, as [D]he was feeling [G]ill;
He [F]chose a most pre[C]carious perch, a[F]bove scrumpy [G]vat
And [C]in his sleep he [Am]tumbled in and [F]drowned just [G]like a [C]rat
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[F]Dead dog scrumpy, [E]Dead dog scrumpy [F]From the apple [G]tree
[C]Dead dog scrumpy, [Am]Dead dog scrumpy [F]Full of [G]pedi[C]gree
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Now it [C]caused his master for to grieve, likewise his mistress too,
And [G]so their sorrows [C]for to drown, they [D]sampled of the [G]brew;
“Well [F]rot me socks” the [C]Farmer cried, “it's the [F]best I e’er did [G]sup;
So [C]summon all the [Am]neighbours in, and [F]bid them [G]take a [C]cup.”
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[F]Dead dog scrumpy, [E]Dead dog scrumpy [F]From the apple [G]tree
[C]Dead dog scrumpy, [Am]Dead dog scrumpy [F]Full of [G]pedi[C]gree
{eoc}

Now [C]every man who drank that night got as drunk as drunk could be,
And [G]wondered how the [C]scrumpy had ac[D]quired such poten[G]cy;
The [F]farmer kept his [C]council, as he [F]took another [G]drop,
When [C]all at once the [Am]poor old dog came [F]floating [G]to the [C]top.
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[F]Dead dog scrumpy, [E]Dead dog scrumpy [F]From the apple [G]tree
[C]Dead dog scrumpy, [Am]Dead dog scrumpy [F]Full of [G]pedi[C]gree
{eoc}

Now a [C]silence fell upon that room, and every man did frown,
They [G]recognized old [C]Bendigo, though [D]he were upside [G]down;
The [F]parson changed his [C]colour and col[F]lapsed upon the [G]floor,
The [C]squire he lost his [Am]breeches in the [F]fight to [G]reach the [C]door.
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[F]Dead dog scrumpy, [E]Dead dog scrumpy [F]From the apple [G]tree
[C]Dead dog scrumpy, [Am]Dead dog scrumpy [F]Full of [G]pedi[C]gree
{eoc}

“Fear [C]not” then shouts the farmer loud “For in his life I vow,
He [G]never bit no [C]man nor child, and he [D]WON'T bite no one [G]now;
And [F]this shall be his [C]epitaph, ‘Here [F]lies poor faithful [G]Ben
That [C]perished in a [Am]scrumpy vat, and [F]quickly [G]rose a[C]gain.’”
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[F]Dead dog scrumpy, [E]Dead dog scrumpy [F]From the apple [G]tree
[C]Dead dog scrumpy, [Am]Dead dog scrumpy [F]Full of [G]pedi[C]gree
{eoc}

{c:new verses:}
Now, [C]here’s to Dead Dog scrumpy, the best there is by far;
[G]Here’s to Dead Dog [C]scrumpy, no [D]moaning at the [G]bar;
You can [F]search this wide world [C]over, find [F]many a beer or [G]ale;
When [C]you’ve tried Dead Dog [Am]scrumpy – your [F]search will [G]be [C]cur-tailed!

So [C]if you’re up in Ashford, and you stops off at a bar,
Just [G]call for Dead Dog [C]scrumpy it’s the [D]best there is by [G]far;
Re[f]fuse all imi[c]tations; you’ll [f]sleep just like a [g]log,
You can [C]always recog[Am]nize it by – the [F]hair [G]of the [C]dog.
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[F]Dead dog scrumpy, [E]Dead dog scrumpy [F]From the apple [G]tree
[C]Dead dog scrumpy, [Am]Dead dog scrumpy [F]Full of [G]pedi[C]gree
{eoc}