Jug Of Punch
Composer(s): Francis McPeake
Performer(s): 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 

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

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

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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

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