It’s here, it’s here, it’s just once a year
The day that we’ve all waited for
With anticipation and great dedication
The beer is all ready to pour, to pour
The beer is all ready to pour
Hey Ho for Charlbury, for cricket and for beer
Hey Ho for Charlbury, our festival is here
There’s cider and wine and the hope of sunshine
But the beer is the belle of the ball
From all round these isles, and hundreds of miles
They’re here for the joy of us all, us all
They’re here for the joy of us all
Hey Ho for Charlbury, for cricket and for beer
Hey Ho for Charlbury, our festival is here
There’s dozens to choose from, like old Cherry Bomb
Red Hunter might run out quite soon
And we in the choir quite like Twisted Spire
And also Dark Side of the Moon, the Moon
And also Dark Side of the Moon
Hey Ho for Charlbury, for cricket and for beer
Hey Ho for Charlbury, our festival is here
Out on the wicket there may still be cricket
In here it’s too soon to declare
We’re sharing a tale over Roman Black Ale
And we still have some tokens to spare, to spare
We still have some tokens to spare
Hey Ho for Charlbury, for cricket and for beer
Hey Ho for Charlbury, our festival is here
We’re making a list of those not to be missed
And checking what’s still left to try
There’s only a few of our favourite brew
As we’re drinking the barrels all dry, all dry
We’re drinking the barrels all dry
Hey Ho for Charlbury, for cricket and for beer
Hey Ho for Charlbury, our festival is here.
