Book of Song

Jug of Punch

by trad

As I was [D] sitting with a jug and spoon
on [A] one fine morn in the [D] month of June
A birdie sat on an [G] ivy bunch
and the [D] song he [G] sang [D] was The [A] Jug of [D] Punch

( Chorus
Too-ra Loo-ra Loo
Too-ra Loo-ra Lah
Too-ra Loo-ra Lah
Too-ra Loo-ra Lay
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
and the song he sang was The Jug of Punch)

What more diversion could a man desire
Than to court a girl by a neat turf fire?
With a kerry pippin and the crack and crunch
Aye, and on the table a jug of punch

(Chorus)

The learn-ed doctors with all their art
Cannot cure the impression thats on my heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he’s safe outside of the jug of punch.

(Chorus)

And if I get drunk, well me money’s my own
and them’s don’t like me, they can leave me alone
I’ll tune me fiddle and Ill rosin me bow
and I’ll be welcome wherever I go

(Chorus)

And when I’m dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in me native peat
with a jug of punch at my head and feet

(Chorus)