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)