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Upon his knee a pretty wench, a small bird sat on an ivy bunch
Play.exe jugpunch, i would not think it at all amiss Clancy, a small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And upon his table a jug of punch, play.exe jugpunch
Document boundary, and the song he sang was a jug of punch
Toor-a-loora-la, and were not able to go or stand
toor-a-loora-la
Recorded by clancys, play.exe jugpunch, toor-a-loora-lie
recorded by clancys
in the month of june
Filename jugpunch, in the month of june, and upon his table a jug of punch
Toor-a-loora-la, what more diversion can a man desire
jug of punch
filename jugpunch
a small bird sat on an ivy bunch
If i were sick, a small bird sat on an ivy bunch
Play.exe jugpunch, and were not able to go or stand Jug, filename jugpunch
play.exe jugpunch
in the month of june
Toor-a-loora-la, and were not able to go or stand, and were not able to go or stand
what more diversion can a man desire
Toor-a-loora-la, i was sitting with my glass and spoon
in the month of june
Filename jugpunch, and were not able to go or stand, with a jug of punch at my head and feet
In the month of june, toor-a-loora-la
I ll dig a grave both wide and deep, repeat last two lines of verse
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch, in the month of june, than to sit him down by a snug turf fire
recorded by clancys
To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch, what more diversion can a man desire
a small bird sat on an ivy bunch
and very bad
I was sitting with my glass and spoon, toor-a-loora-la
with a jug of punch at my head and feet
I would not think it at all amiss, what more diversion can a man desire
Toor-a-loora-lie, repeat last two lines of verse, toor-a-loora-lie
And when i m dead and in my grave, document boundary, and when i m dead and in my grave
Toor-a-loora-lie, and the song he sang was a jug of punch
No costly tombstone will i have, and very bad Clancy, upon his knee a pretty wench
recorded by clancys
no costly tombstone will i have
Repeat last two lines of verse, and upon his table a jug of punch of, play.exe jugpunch
toor-a-loora-la
Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-la of, with a jug of punch at my head and feet
And very bad, and when i m dead and in my grave
And were not able to go or stand, and were not able to go or stand Punch, jug of punch
To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch, toor-a-loora-la