The Jug Of Punch (Live) - Tommy Makem/The Clancy Brothers

作词：F Mcpeake/P Kennedy

作曲：F Mcpeake/P Kennedy

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

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 turf fire

Upon his knee a pretty wench

And on the table a jug of punch

Upon his knee a pretty wench

And on the table a jug of punch

Let the doctors come with all their art

They'll make no impression upon my heart

Even the cripple forgets his hunch

When he's snuggled 'side a jug of punch

Even the cripple forgets his hunch

When he's snuggled 'side a jug of punch

And if I get drunk well the money's me own

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

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

And I'll be welcome wherever I go

I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosing 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

I'll dig a grave both wide and deep

With a jug of punch at my head and feet