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The O'Neill Brothers Group
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Jug of Punch
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 Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay. A small bird sat on an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch What more diversion can a man desire Than to sit him down by an ale house fire Upon his knee a pretty wench and on the table a jug of punch Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay. Upon his knee a pretty wench and on the table a jug of punch And if I get drunk well the money's me own Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And them don't like me they can leave me alone I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay. I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go And when I'm dead and in my grave No huggy tombstone will I have 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-lay Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay. Lay me down in my native peat With a jug of punch at my head and feet
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