Jug of Punch Songtext

von The Kingston Trio

Worum geht es in dem Song?

"Jug of Punch" ist ein Song über die Freuden des Lebens und darüber, wie ein einfacher Krug mit Punsch uns glücklich mac...

(Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl)

As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

[Chorus]
Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu.

A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

What more diversion can a man desire than to court a girl by a cheerful fire?
A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.

[Chorus]

A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.

Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality folk, sip your claret fine.
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.

[Chorus]

I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.

Ye learned doctors, with all your art, cannot cure a depression on the heart.
But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

[Chorus]

But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, no costly tombstone do I ever crave.
Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet.

[Chorus]

Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Ooo, Ooo)