Jug Of Punch

The Kerry Boys
trad: arrangement The Kerry Boys


One pleasant morning in the month of June While I was sitting in my room A singer sat on an Ivy bunch And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch Chorus Toura Loura Loo, Toura loura leah What more diversion could a man desire Than to sit him down by an alter fire Upon his knee, a pretty wench And on the table a jug of punch And if I get drunk, well me money's me own And them that don't like me, can leave me alone I'll tune me fiddle, and I'll rosen me bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go And when I'm dead and in my grave No fancy tombstone will I crave Just lay me down in my native piece With a jug of punch at my head and feet