Jug of Punch

歌詞

(Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl) As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. [Chorus:] Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. What more diversion can a man desire than to court a girl by a cheerful fire? A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch. [Chorus] A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch. Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality folk, sip your claret fine. I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch. [Chorus] I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch. Ye learned doctors, with all your art, cannot cure a depression on the heart. But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch. [Chorus] But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch. And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, no costly tombstone do I ever crave. Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. [Chorus] Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Ooo, Ooo)