The Kerry Boys

Lyrics

One pleasant morning in the month of June
While I was sitting in my room
A singer sat on an Ivy bunch
And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch

Chorus
Toura Loura Loo, Toura loura leah

What more diversion could a man desire
Than to sit him down by an alter fire
Upon his knee, a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch

And if I get drunk, well me money's me own
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle, and I'll rosen me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go

And when I'm dead and in my grave
No fancy tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in my native piece
With a jug of punch at my head and feet