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Jug Of Punch
Jolly Beggarmen
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One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting in my room
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 an altar 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
And if I get drunk, well, me money is me own
And them don't like me 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 I'm 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
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