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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"
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Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
repeat the last two lines of the verse
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by an alehouse fire?
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch.
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Let the doctors come with all their art
They'll make no impression upon my heart.
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.
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And if I get drunk, well, me money's me own
And if them don't like me they can leave me alone.
I'll chune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go.
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And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I have.
Just lay me down in me native peat
With a jug of punch at me head and feet.
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