JUG OF PUNCH
The Clancy Brothers


Oh one pleasant evening in the month of June,
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon, 
A small bird sat on an ivy bush,
And the song it sang was the Jug of Punch.

CHORUS:

Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra loo,
Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra loo.
A small bird sat on an ivy bush,
And the song it sang was the Jug of Punch.

What more diversion can a man desire, 
Than to be seated by a snug coal fire, 
Upon his knee a pretty wench 
Aye and on the table a jug of punch 

REPEAT CHORUS

If I were sick and very bad, 
And was not able to go or stand, 
I would not think it all amiss, 
To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch. 

REPEAT CHORUS

The doctor fails with all his art, 
To cure an impression on the heart. 
But if life was gone, within an inch, 
What would bring it back but a jug of punch. 

REPEAT CHORUS

But when I'm dead and in my grave, 
No costly tombstone will I crave, 
Just lay me down in my native heath, 
With a jug of punch at my head and feet. 

REPEAT CHORUS