A Jug of Punch (Slow Version)

One pleasant evening in the month of June

As I was sitting with my glass and spoon

A small bird sat on an ivy bunch

And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,

too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay

A small bird sat on an ivy bunch

And the song he sang was "The 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 on the table a jug of punch.

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,

too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay

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 hench

When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay

Even a cripple forgets his hench

When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

And if I get drunk, well, me 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 lay,

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay

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 will 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 lay,

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay

Just lay me down in my native peat

With a jug of punch at my head and feet.

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