Jug Of Punch

G                                                   C
As I was sitting with Jug and spoon
D                                                     G
One fine morning in the month of June
G                                             C
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
D                                                     C            D     G
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.

Chorus:
G                                           C
Too-rah-loo-rah-loo, Too-rah-loo-rah-lay
D                                                   G
Too-rah-loo-rah-loo, Too-rah-loo-rah-lay
G                                                 C
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
D                                                           C            D7     G
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.

(last 2 lines of each verse are the last lines of each chorus)

If I were sick and in my bed
And was not able to go or stand
I would not think it at all that much
To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch.  CHORUS

The learned doctors with all their art
Cannot cure the impression that’s on the heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he’s safe outside with a jug of punch…CHORUS

What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by a neat turf fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And upon the table a jug of punch…CHORUS

And when I’m dead and in my grave
No costly tomb stone will I have
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet. …CHORUS

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