Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Jug of punch
as I was sittin' with my jug and spoon
one fine mornin' in the month of June
a birdie sang in an ivy bunch
and the song he sang was the jug o' punch
chorus:
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
a birdie sat in an ivy bunch
and the song he sang was the jug o' punch
what more diversion can a man desire
than be sittin' down by a snug turf fire
a pretty maid seated on the bench
and on the table a jug o' punch
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
a pretty maid seated on the bench
and on the table a jug o' punch
if I get drunk well the money's me own
and them don't like me they can leave be 'lone
I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow
and I'll be welcome where e're I go
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow
and I'll be welcome where e're I go
and when I'm dead and laid in my grave
no costly tombstone will I crave
just bury me in my native peat
with a jug o' punch at my head and feet
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
tooriloorilay, tooriloorily
just bury me in my native peat
with a jug o' punch at my head and feet
