Chords for Jug of Punch

_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _
As I was sitting with a jug and spoon,
One sunny morning in the month of June,
_ [A] _ A birdie sang [Em] in an ivy bunch,
[A] And the song he sang was the jug [D] of punch.
Too [A]-ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo.
_ A birdie sang [G] in an ivy bunch,
[A] And the song he [D] sang was the jug of punch.
What more diversion can a [A] man desire _ _
Than to court a girl [D] by a cheerful fire,
_ A carry pippin [G] to crack and crunch,
[A] And on the table [D] a jug of punch.
Too [D] _
_ -ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
Too [E]-ra-loo-ra-loo, [D] Too-ra-loo-ra-loo.
_ A carry pippin to [G] crack and crunch,
[E] And on the [G] table a jug [D] of punch.
Ye mortal lords drink your nectar wine,
_ And [A] ye quality folk sip your [D] claret fine.
_ _ I'd give them all the [Gm] grapes in the [D] bunch,
[A] For a jolly pull at [D] my jug of punch.
Too _ -ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
Too [E]-ra-loo-ra [D]-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo.
_ I'd give them all the [G] grapes in the [E] bunch,
For a jolly pull at my jug [D] of punch. _
Ye learned doctors with all your art
[A] Cannot cure a depression on the [D] heart,
But even a cripple [G] forgets his hunch,
When he's snug [A] outside of a jug [D] of punch.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo.
But even a cripple [G] forgets [D] his hunch,
When he's [A] snug outside [G] of a jug [D] of punch.
_ When _ I'm dead and I'm in my grave,
No [A] costly _ tombstone do I ever crave.
_ Just lay me down in [G] my native [E] peat,
With a jug of punch [G] at my [D] head and feet.
Too [A] _
-ra-loo-ra-loo, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
Too-ra [E]-loo-ra-loo, Too [D]-ra-loo-ra-loo.
Just lay me down in [Gm] my native peat,
[E] With a jug of punch at my head and [D]
feet. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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