Jug Of Punch Cifras

[Verse 1]
 
D
One pleasant evening in the month of June
   A                     D
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
                       G
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
        A7                           D
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
 
 
[Chorus]
D                         A                  A7                 D
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
D                      G
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
        A7                           D
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
 
 
[Verse 2]
     D
What more diversion can a man desire?
        A                  D
Than to sit him down by an Alehouse fire
                G
Upon his knee a pretty wench
    A7                    D
And on the table a jug of punch
 
 
[Chorus]
D                         A                  A7                 D
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
                G
Upon his knee a pretty wench
    A7                    D
And on the table a jug of punch
 
 
[Verse 3]
        D
Let the doctors come with all their art
        A                  D
They'll make no impression upon my heart
                  G
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
          A7                       D
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
 
 
[Chorus]
D                         A                  A7                 D
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
                  G
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
          A7                       D
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
 
 
[Verse 4]
       D
And if I get drunk, well, the money's me own
       A                           D
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
                             G
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
    A7                         D
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
 
 
[Chorus]
D                         A                  A7                 D
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
                             G
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
    A7                         D
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
 
 
[Verse 5]
    D
And when I'm dead and in my grave
   A                D
No costly tombstone will I have
D                      G
Just lay me down in my native peat
       A7                          D
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
 
 
[Chorus]
D                         A                  A7                 D
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
D                      G
Just lay me down in my native peat
       A7                          D
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
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