The Jug of Punch
Rosin the Bow - the Best of the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
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Jug Of Punch
'Twas early, early, in the month of June
I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
If I were sick, and very bad
And were not able to go or stand
I would not think it at all amiss
To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie
I would not think it at all amiss
To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And upon his table a jug of punch
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And upon his table a jug of punch
And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I have
I'll dig a grave both wide and deep
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
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