The Jug Of Punch Lyrics - Kingston Trio

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)