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As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. |
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A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. |
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Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. |
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A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. |
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What more diversion can a man desire than to court a girl by a cheerful fire? |
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A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch. |
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Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. |
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A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch. |
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Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality folk, sip your claret fine. |
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I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch. |
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Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. |
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I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch. |
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Ye learned doctors, with all your art, cannot cure a depression on the heart. |
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But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch. |
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Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. |
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But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch. |
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And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, no costly tombstone do I ever crave. |
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Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. |
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Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. |
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Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Ooo, Ooo) |
