As I was sitting with jug and spoon
One fine morning in the month of June
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to court a maid by an ale house fire?
With Kerry Pippin to crack and crunch
Aye, and on the table a jug of punch
Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
The learned doctors with all their art
Cannot cure depression that's on the heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he's safe outside of a jug of punch
Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
Guitar chords for Jug of Punch
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As I was sitting with jug and spoon
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One fine morning in the month of June
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A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
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And the song he sang was a jug of punch
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Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
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Toora loora loo, Toora loora loo
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A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
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And the song he sang was a jug of punch