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 a snug 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 me money's me own

And if them don't like me they can leave me alone

I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me 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 me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow

And I'll be welcome wherever I go

And when I'm dead and in my grave

No costly 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