Chords for Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem Jug of Punch, Late Late Show

Who, actually, in the course of concerts, who decides what you're going to do?
We all do.
We all do, actually.
You don't normally have arguments on stage, though, do you?
No, well, it's a consensus.
What the hell do you mean we have arguments on stage?
What are you talking about?
[D] _ No, it's a very democratic process.
Yes.
We take votes, we fight, belt each other.
After that, it all resolves.
And then they do what I tell them anyway.
_ Paddy.
[Dm] We'll sing a song that we learned years ago from an old man down in South Tipperary.
An old man whose whole life was sweetened by the drinking of punch.
It's an old favourite of ours, this song.
He growled it out one night to us as the world was slipping out of focus for him.
[D] It's a song that starts out very quietly [G] and very poetically and rapidly deteriorates.
Like St.
Patrick's Day.
[D] _ [Bm] We'd like you to join us in the Jug [D] of Punch.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
One pleasant evening in the month of June
[B] As I was sitting [D] with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat [G] on an ivy bunch
[D] And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch
To-ra-lo-ra-lo, to-ra-lo-ra-lay
[A] To-ra-lo-ra-lo, [D] to-ra-lo-ra-lay
A small bird sat on an [A] ivy bunch
[D] And the song he sang [A] was the Jug of [D] Punch
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit and dower by a snout [D] or fire
Upon his knee [G] a pretty wench
[D] And on the table a Jug of Punch
To-ra-lo-ra-lo, [G] to-ra-lo-ra-lay
To [E]-ra-lo-ra-lo, to [D]-ra-lo-ra-lay
Upon his knee [G] a pretty wench
[D] And on the table a Jug of Punch
Let the doctors come with all their heart
[A] They'll make no impression [D] upon my heart
Even the cripple [G] forgets his hunch
[D] When his love outside of a Jug of Punch
To-ra-lo-ra-lo, to [G]-ra-lo-ra-lay
[A] To-ra-lo-ra-lo, to-ra-lo-ra-lay
Even the [G] cripple forgets his hunch
When his love outside [D] of a Jug of Punch
And if I get drunk, well, the money's me own
And [A] them don't like me, they can leave me alone
I'll churn me fineth [G] and I'll rosin me fore
And I'll be [D] welcome wherever I go
To-ra-lo-ra-lo, [G] to-ra-lo-ra-lay
[A] To-ra-lo-ra-lo, [D] to-ra-lo-ra-lay
I'll churn me fineth [A] and I'll rosin me fore
And I'll be welcome wherever [D] I go
And when I'm dead, I am in my grave
[A] No costly [D] tombstone will I have
Just lay me [G] down in my native pea
With a Jug of [D] Punch at my head and knee
To-ra-lo-ra-lo, to [A]-ra-lo-ra-lay
To-ra-lo-ra [D]-lo, to-ra-lo-ra-lay
Just lay me down [A] in my native pea
With a Jug of Punch at my head [D] and knee _ _ _ _
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