Kingston Trio - Jug Of Punch lyrics

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