Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Jug of Punch , by - Altan. Release date: 16.03.2014
Song language: English
The Jug of Punch |
| Being on the twenty-third of June |
| Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom |
| Being on the twenty-third of June |
| Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom |
| I heard a thrush singing on yon bush |
| And the song she sang was the jug of punch |
| What more pleasure can a boy desire |
| Than sitting down, oh beside the fire |
| What more pleasure can a boy desire |
| Than sitting down, oh beside the fire |
| And in his hand, oh a jug of punch |
| And on his knee a tidy wench |
| When I am dead and left in my mold |
| At my head and feet place a flowing bowl |
| When I am dead and left in my mold |
| At my head and feet place a flowing bowl |
| And every young man that passes by He can have a drink and remember I Being on the twenty-third of June |
| Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom |
| Being on the twenty-third of June |
| Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom |
| I heard a thrush singing on yon bush |
| And the song she sang was the jug of punch |