Sippin' Cider

The prettiest Girl
I ever saw
Was sippin' ci-
der, through a straw.

I says to her
What you doing fer?
A sippin' ci-
der, through a straw.



She says to me
"Why don't you know?
That sippin' ci-
der's, all I know.

Now cheek to cheek,
And jaw to jaw,
we'd both sip ci-
der, through a straw.

Now once or twice,
that straw did slip,
And we'd sip ci-
der, lip to lip.

That's how I got,
My mother in law,
For sippin' ci-
der, through a straw.

Now twenty two kids,
All call me "Pa,"
For sippin' ci-
der, through a straw.

(sing only one ending)

The moral of
this little tale,
Is sip your ci-
der, from a pail.

The moral of
this little tale,
Is don’t sip ci-
der, sip Ginger Ale.

The moral of
this little tale,
Is don't sip ci-
der, sip Coke!

The moral of
this little rhyme,
Is don't sip ci-
der, sip lemon-lime.

The moral of
this little fib,
Is don't sip ci-
der, drink Mr. Pibb.