Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
The Jug Of Punch
| D |
One | plesent evening in the month of June, |
| A | D |
As | I lay sleeping | in my room, |
| G | A |
A small bird sang on an | ive | bush, |
| D | G | A7 | D |
And the | song he | sang | was the jug of | punch. |
Chorus.
| D | Em | A | D |
Too | ra lu ra,too la ru | la,to | la ru la too | la lay, |
| G | A |
A small bird sang on an | ivy | bush, |
| D | G | A7 | D |
And the | song he | sang was the | jug of | punch. |
What more diveration can a man desire,
To be seated by a snug coal fire,
Upon his knee a pritty wench,and on the table a jug of punch.
If I were sick and very bad,and was not able to go or stand,
I would not think it at all to amiss to pledge my shoes for a jug of punch.
When I am dead and in my grave,no costly toomstone will I have,
Lay me down by my native peat,with a jug of punch at my head and feet.
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