A Jug Of Punch - The Clancy Brothers with Tommy Makem

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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