A Jug Of Punch  ( 2/4 Key: E or D)

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One pleasant eve-ning in the month of June_ As    I was sitting with my glass and spoon
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A song bird sat__  on an iv-y 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
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A song bird sat on an ivy bunch  And the song he sang _ was "The Jug Of Punch"

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What more di-version can a man desire?_  Than to sit him down by an ale-house fire
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Up-on his knee_  a pretty  wench     And up-on the tab-le_     a 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
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Up-on his knee a pret - ty  wench    And up-on the tab-le_     a jug of punch

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Let the doc-tors_  come with all their art_   They'll make no im-pres-sion up-on my heart
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But were life gone_ with – in an inch, what would bring it back_   is a 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
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But were life gone_ with – in an inch, what would bring it back_  is a jug of punch

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And if I get drunk, well, the money's me own And them don't like me  leave me a-lone
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I'll string me fid-dle and I'll rosin me bow    And I'll be wel-come wher-ev-er I  go
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Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
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I'll string me fid-dle and I'll rosin me bow    And I'll be wel-come wher-ev-er I  go

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And when I'm dead and in my grave   No cost-ly tomb-stone will I have
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Just lay me down   in my nat-ive peat     With a jug of punch at my head and feet
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Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
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Just lay me down    in my native peat      With a jug of punch at my head and feet