A Jug of Punch

A Jug of Punch (Live) - The Clancy Brothers

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

Tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu

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

Tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu

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 the cripple forgets his hunch

When he's snug outside of a jug of punch

Tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu

Even the cripple forgets his hunch

When he's snug outside of a jug of punch

And if I get drunk well the money's me own

And them don't like me

They can leave me alone

I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosing my bow

And I'll be welcome wherever I go

Tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu

I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosing my bow

And I'll be welcome wherever I go

And when I'm dead and

I'm in my grave no costly tombstone do

Will I have

Just lay me down in my native peat

With a jug of punch at my head and feet

Tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu tura lura lu

Just lay me down in my native peat

With a jug of punch at my head and feet