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Dogberry wine, dogberry wine,
Lord, how I love that old dogberry wine;
When I'm feeling lonely or down in my mind,
I drink me a bottle of dogberry wine.
Now my Newfoundland mama, God bless her soul,
She never had riches like diamonds or gold;
She never was famous in some people's eyes,
But how she could make that old dogberry wine.
Well, a mainlander came down to kill him a moose,
Papa he asked him to come to our house;
It's been twenty-two years since the day he arrived,
He's still here a-drinkin' that dogberry wine.
Dogberry wine, dogberry wine,
Lord, how I love that old dogberry wine;
When I'm feeling lonely or down in my mind,
I drink me a bottle of dogberry wine.
Now, old Mrs. Snooks she was ninety years old,
And dying in bed with a terrible cold;
But she's still around at a hundred and nine,
Thanks to my mama and her dogberry wine.
I remember one time when me and my friend,
Fed leftover wine to the roosters and hens;
And later that night out under the moon,
They were cacklin' and a-dancin' to an old Newfie tune.
Well, dogberry wine, dogberry wine,
Lord, how I love that old dogberry wine;
When I'm feeling lonely or down in my mind,
I drink me a bottle of dogberry wine.
Now you may say I'm lyin' and puttin' you all on,
When you listen to the words that I wrote for this song;
And there'll be some who'll say I'm crazy and right out of my mind,
From a lifetime of drinkin' that dogberry wine.
Well, dogberry wine, dogberry wine,
Lord, how I love that old dogberry wine;
When I'm feeling lonely or down in my mind,
I drink me a bottle of dogberry wine.