Jug of Punch

Jug of Punch - The Clancy Brothers & 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

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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 ale house fire

Upon his knee a pretty wench

Aye and on the table a jug of punch

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Upon his knee a pretty wench

Aye 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

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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 my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow

And I'll be welcome wherever I go

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay

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I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow

And I'll be welcome wherever I go

And when I'm dead and in my grave

No costly tombstone will I have

Just lay me down in my native peat

With a jug of punch at my head and feet

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Just lay me down in my native peat

With a jug of punch at my head and feet