A Jug Of This    Traditional

It being on the 23rd of June
As I sat weaving all on my loom (repeat)
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was the jug of punch

Chorus
Ladlee fol dah dee etc

What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by an ale house fire (repeat)
Upon his knee a pretty wench
Aye, and on the table a jug of punch, Chorus

When I am old and can scarcely crow
With an old grey beard as white as snow (repeat)
Crown my desire and fulfill my wish
A pretty young girl and a jug of this, Chorus

When I am in my grave and dead
With all my sorrows past and fled (repeat)
Transform me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this, Chorus

When I am dead, aye, and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I crave (repeat)
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet, Chorus