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Lyrics for:
Jug of Punch, The

Sheet Music (and more information about this song)

One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bush
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
A small bird sat on an ivy bush
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"

What more diversion can a man desire,
Than to sit him down by an alehouse fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch

Let the doctors come with all their art
They'll make no impression upon my heart
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch

Well if I get drunk, sure the money's me own
And them don't like me they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go

And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone shall I crave
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet


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