Letras de The Jug of Punch

As I was sittin′ with a jug and spoon
One sunny morning in the month of June
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was "The Jug of Punch"

Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was "The Jug of Punch"

What more diversion can a man desire
Than to court a girl by a cheerful fire?
A Kerry pippin to crack and crunch
And on the table a jug of punch

Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
A Kerry pippin to crack and crunch
And on the table a jug of punch

Ye mortal Lords drink your nectar wine
And ye quality folk sip your claret fine
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch
For a jolly pull at my jug of punch

Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
I′d give them all the grapes in the bunch
For a jolly pull at my jug of punch

Ye learned doctors with all your art
Cannot cure a depression on the heart
But even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch

Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
But even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch

And when I′m dead and I′m in my grave
No costly tombstone do I ever 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, loo
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo, too-ra, loo-ra, loo
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet