LRC歌词

[ti:Jug Of Punch]
[ar:Barnbrack]
[al:The Best Irish Drinking Songs]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Jug of Punch - Barnbrack
[00:06.21]As I was sitting with a jug and spoon
[00:09.21]One Sunday morning in the month of June
[00:11.93]A birdie sat on an ivy bunch and the song
[00:15.41]Was the jug of punch
[00:17.51]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[00:20.15]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[00:23.37]A birdie sat on an ivy bunch and the song
[00:26.96]He sang was the jug of punch
[00:29.85]What more diversion can a man desire
[00:32.40]Than to court a girl by a cheerful fire
[00:35.45]A carey pippin to crack and crunch
[00:38.27]And on the table a jug of punch
[00:40.96]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[00:43.68]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[00:46.73]A carey pippin to crack and crunch and
[00:50.25]The table a jug of punch
[00:53.46]Ye mortal lords drink your nectar wine
[00:55.73]And ye quality folk sip your claret fine
[00:59.08]I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for
[01:02.10]A jolly pull at my jug of punch
[01:04.56]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[01:07.16]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[01:10.53]I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for
[01:13.61]A jolly pull at my jug of punch
[01:16.82]Ye learned doctors with all your art
[01:19.26]Cannot cure a depression on the heart
[01:22.48]Even a cripple forgets his hunch when
[01:25.61]He's snug outside of a jug of punch
[01:28.21]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[01:30.75]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[01:33.92]Even a cripple forgets his hunch
[01:36.91]When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
[01:40.15]And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave
[01:45.08]No costly tombstone do I ever crave
[01:49.49]Just lay me down in my native peat
[01:53.95]With a jug of punch at my head and feet
[01:56.98]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[01:59.52]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[02:02.73]Just lay me down in my native peat
[02:05.30]With a jug of punch at my head and feet
[02:08.01]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[02:10.78]Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
[02:13.79]Just lay me down in my native peat
[02:16.98]With a jug of punch at my head and feet
[02:19.41]

文本歌词


Jug of Punch - Barnbrack
As I was sitting with a jug and spoon
One Sunday morning in the month of June
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch and the song
Was the jug of punch
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
A birdie sat on 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
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
A carey pippin to crack and crunch and
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
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
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
Even a cripple forgets his hunch when
He's snug outside of a jug of punch
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
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
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet

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