A Jug of Punch

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." Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay 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 snug turf fire Upon his knee a pretty wench And on the table a jug of punch. Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay Upon his knee a pretty wench 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 a cripple forgets his hench When he's snug outside of a jug of punch. Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay Even a cripple forgets his hench When he's snug outside of a jug of punch. And if I get drunk, well, me money's me own And them don't like me they can leave me alone I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go. Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go. And when I'm dead and in my grave No costly tombstone will I crave Just lay me down in my native peat With a jug of punch at my head and feet. Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay Just lay me down in my native peat With a jug of punch at my head and feet. About