23rd June

歌詞

Oh! on the twenty-third of June I sat at weaving all on my loom Oh! on the twenty-third of June I sat at weaving all on my loom I heard a thrush singing in yon bush And the song he sang was the jug of punch Ladly-fol-da-dee Ladly-fol-da-diddley-I-da-diddle -dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-iddle-um-du m-dee What more diversion can a man desire Than to sit him down, oh, beside a fire What more diversion can a man desire Than to sit him down, oh, beside a fire And in his hand a jug of punch Aye, and on his knee a tidy wench Ladly-fol-da-dee Ladly-fol-da-diddley-I-da-diddle -dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-iddle-um-du m-dee Oh! what more hardship can a man endure Than to sit him down, oh, behind the door Oh! what more hardship can a boy endure Than to sit him down, oh, behind the door And in his hand no jug of punch Aye, and on his knee no tidy wench Ladly-fol-da-dee Ladly-fol-da-diddley-I-da-diddle -dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-iddle-um-du m-dee Oh, when I'm dead, all my drinking's over I'll take one drink and I'll drink no more Oh, when I'm dead, all my drinking's over I'll take one drink and I'll drink no more In case I mightn't get it on that day I will take it now and I'll drink away Ladly-fol-da-dee Ladly-fol-da-diddley-I-da-diddle -dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-dum Skiddery-I-da-diddle-iddle-um-du m-dee