| lyric | 1. 'Twas very early in the month of June,
as I was sitting in my room
I herad a thrush sing in a bush
and the song it sang was the jug of punch.
Chorus:
Tooralooraloo, tooralooraloo,
tooralooraloo, tooralooraloo,
I heard a thrush sing in a bush
and the song it sang was the Jug of Punch.
2. What more diversion can a man desire.
Than to be seated by asnug coal fire,
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table ajug of punch
3. If Iwere sick and very bad,
And was not able to go or stand,
I would not think .it all'amiss,
To pledge my shoes for ajug of punch.
4. The doctor fails with all his art,
To cure an impression on the heart,
But if life was gone, within an inch,
What would bring it back but ajug of punch.
5. But when I‘m dead and in my grave,
No costly tombstone .I will have,
But they‘ll dig a grave both wide and deep,
With ajug of punch at my head and feet. |