Chords for Clancy Brothers-Jug of Punch
Tempo:
126.35 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
B
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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There's a lovely drinking song called a Jug of Punch.
Punch is made here in America apparently with rum or something like that,
but in Ireland it's naturally enough made with Irish whiskey.
You have a glass and a spoon, some hot water, a squeeze of lemon, some [B] sugar, [E] some cloves.
No, you don't need the cloves.
[Ab]
You don't really need the hot water either.
But it's a lovely drink [Eb] anyway.
And this is a song that an old man might sing in the evening,
an old man whose whole [D] life had been sweetened by the drinking of punch.
[G] [F] And he sort of growls it out one evening as the world is [Bb] slipping out of focus.
It starts out very quietly, [Eb] very poetically, and rapidly deteriorates.
A good night of drinking.
A Jug of Punch when they're in tune.
Anyway, [Bb] all [Eb] good people should join the [Bb] chorus of this song.
Anybody who's [Eb] ever tasted punch.
[Ab] [Bb] [Eb]
One pleasant evening in the month of June,
[Bb] As I was sitting with my [Eb] glass and spoon,
A small bird sat [Ab] on an ivy bunch,
And the song he sang [C] was the Jug [Eb] of Punch.
Tooralloo,
[Ab] tooralloo, tooralloo, [Bb] tooralloo, tooralloo, [Eb] tooralloo, tooralloo.
A small bird sat [Abm] on an [Ab] ivy bunch,
And the song he [Eb] sang was the Jug of Punch.
What more diversion can a man desire
Than [Bb] to sit him down [Eb] by a snot or fire
Upon his knee [Ab] a pretty wench,
I [Eb] and on the table a [Eb] Jug of Punch.
Tooralloo, tooralloo, [Ab] tooralloo, tooralloo, [N] tooralloo, tooralloo, tooralloo.
Punch is made here in America apparently with rum or something like that,
but in Ireland it's naturally enough made with Irish whiskey.
You have a glass and a spoon, some hot water, a squeeze of lemon, some [B] sugar, [E] some cloves.
No, you don't need the cloves.
[Ab]
You don't really need the hot water either.
But it's a lovely drink [Eb] anyway.
And this is a song that an old man might sing in the evening,
an old man whose whole [D] life had been sweetened by the drinking of punch.
[G] [F] And he sort of growls it out one evening as the world is [Bb] slipping out of focus.
It starts out very quietly, [Eb] very poetically, and rapidly deteriorates.
A good night of drinking.
A Jug of Punch when they're in tune.
Anyway, [Bb] all [Eb] good people should join the [Bb] chorus of this song.
Anybody who's [Eb] ever tasted punch.
[Ab] [Bb] [Eb]
One pleasant evening in the month of June,
[Bb] As I was sitting with my [Eb] glass and spoon,
A small bird sat [Ab] on an ivy bunch,
And the song he sang [C] was the Jug [Eb] of Punch.
Tooralloo,
[Ab] tooralloo, tooralloo, [Bb] tooralloo, tooralloo, [Eb] tooralloo, tooralloo.
A small bird sat [Abm] on an [Ab] ivy bunch,
And the song he [Eb] sang was the Jug of Punch.
What more diversion can a man desire
Than [Bb] to sit him down [Eb] by a snot or fire
Upon his knee [Ab] a pretty wench,
I [Eb] and on the table a [Eb] Jug of Punch.
Tooralloo, tooralloo, [Ab] tooralloo, tooralloo, [N] tooralloo, tooralloo, tooralloo.
Key:
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Ab
Bb
B
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Eb
Ab
Bb
There's a lovely drinking song called a Jug of Punch. _ _
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Punch is made here in America apparently with rum or something like that,
but in Ireland it's naturally enough made with Irish whiskey.
You have a glass and a spoon, some hot water, a squeeze of lemon, some [B] sugar, _ [E] some _ cloves.
No, you don't need the cloves.
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You don't really need the hot water either. _ _ _ _
But it's a lovely drink [Eb] anyway.
And _ _ this is a song that an old man might sing in the evening,
an old man whose whole [D] life had been sweetened by the drinking of punch.
_ _ [G] _ [F] And he _ _ _ sort of growls it out one evening as the world is [Bb] slipping out of focus. _
It starts out very quietly, [Eb] very poetically, _ and rapidly deteriorates. _ _
A good night of drinking.
A Jug of Punch when they're in tune. _ _
_ _ _ Anyway, [Bb] all _ [Eb] good people should join the [Bb] chorus of this song.
Anybody who's [Eb] ever tasted punch.
[Ab] _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ One pleasant evening in the month of June,
[Bb] As I was sitting with my [Eb] glass and spoon,
A small bird sat [Ab] on an ivy bunch,
And the song he sang [C] was the Jug [Eb] of Punch.
_ Tooralloo, _ _ _
[Ab] tooralloo, tooralloo, _ [Bb] tooralloo, tooralloo, _ [Eb] tooralloo, tooralloo.
A small bird sat [Abm] on an [Ab] ivy bunch,
And the song he [Eb] sang was the Jug of Punch.
_ What more diversion can a man desire
Than [Bb] to sit him down [Eb] by a snot or fire
Upon his knee [Ab] a pretty wench,
I [Eb] and on the table a [Eb] Jug of Punch. _
Tooralloo, _ tooralloo, [Ab] tooralloo, _ _ _ tooralloo, [N] tooralloo, tooralloo, tooralloo. _ _ _ _
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Punch is made here in America apparently with rum or something like that,
but in Ireland it's naturally enough made with Irish whiskey.
You have a glass and a spoon, some hot water, a squeeze of lemon, some [B] sugar, _ [E] some _ cloves.
No, you don't need the cloves.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _
You don't really need the hot water either. _ _ _ _
But it's a lovely drink [Eb] anyway.
And _ _ this is a song that an old man might sing in the evening,
an old man whose whole [D] life had been sweetened by the drinking of punch.
_ _ [G] _ [F] And he _ _ _ sort of growls it out one evening as the world is [Bb] slipping out of focus. _
It starts out very quietly, [Eb] very poetically, _ and rapidly deteriorates. _ _
A good night of drinking.
A Jug of Punch when they're in tune. _ _
_ _ _ Anyway, [Bb] all _ [Eb] good people should join the [Bb] chorus of this song.
Anybody who's [Eb] ever tasted punch.
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_ _ _ _ One pleasant evening in the month of June,
[Bb] As I was sitting with my [Eb] glass and spoon,
A small bird sat [Ab] on an ivy bunch,
And the song he sang [C] was the Jug [Eb] of Punch.
_ Tooralloo, _ _ _
[Ab] tooralloo, tooralloo, _ [Bb] tooralloo, tooralloo, _ [Eb] tooralloo, tooralloo.
A small bird sat [Abm] on an [Ab] ivy bunch,
And the song he [Eb] sang was the Jug of Punch.
_ What more diversion can a man desire
Than [Bb] to sit him down [Eb] by a snot or fire
Upon his knee [Ab] a pretty wench,
I [Eb] and on the table a [Eb] Jug of Punch. _
Tooralloo, _ tooralloo, [Ab] tooralloo, _ _ _ tooralloo, [N] tooralloo, tooralloo, tooralloo. _ _ _ _
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