Biography:
The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem was an Irish folk music singing group that formed in America in 1956. Widely credited with popularising Irish traditional music in the United States, and revitalising it in Ireland (paving the way for an Irish folk boom with groups like The Dubliners and The Wolfe Tones), Tommy Makem left the group in 1969, after which the three brothers (Patrick "Paddy" Clancy, Tom Clancy, and Liam Clancy) became The Clancy Brothers subsequently joined by the fourth Clancy brother (Bobby Clancy).
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Other songs:
- Beer Beer Beer
- Brennan On The Moor
- Irish Rover
- Isnt It Grand Boys
- Jug Of Punch
- Mountain Dew
- Nell Flahertys Drake
- Old Maid In The Garret
- Red Is The Rose
- Rosin The Beau
- The Juice Of The Barley
- The Mermaid
- The Moonshiner
- The Shores Of Botany Bay
- The Wild Colonial Boy
- Tim Finnegans Wake
- When We Were Under The King
- Whiskey Youre The Devil
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse 1]
G
One pleasant evening in the month of June
D G
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
C
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
D7 G
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
G C
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
D7 G
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
[Verse 2]
G
What more diversion can a man desire?
D G
Than to sit him down by snug turf fire
C
Upon his knee a pretty wench
D7 G
And on the table a jug of punch
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
C
Upon his knee a pretty wench
D7 G
And on the table a jug of punch
[Verse 3]
G
Let the doctors come with all their art
D G
They'll make no impression upon my heart
C
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
D7 G
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
C
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
D7 G
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
[Verse 4]
G
And if I get drunk, well, the money's me own
D G
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
C
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
D7 G
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
C
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
D7 G
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
[Verse 5]
G
And when I'm dead and in my grave
D G
No costly tombstone will I have
G C
Just lay me down in my native peat
D7 G
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
G C
Just lay me down in my native peat
D7 G
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
Tabbed from this performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFYOPyPru0Y
G
One pleasant evening in the month of June
D G
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
C
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
D7 G
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
G C
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
D7 G
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
[Verse 2]
G
What more diversion can a man desire?
D G
Than to sit him down by snug turf fire
C
Upon his knee a pretty wench
D7 G
And on the table a jug of punch
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
C
Upon his knee a pretty wench
D7 G
And on the table a jug of punch
[Verse 3]
G
Let the doctors come with all their art
D G
They'll make no impression upon my heart
C
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
D7 G
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
C
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
D7 G
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
[Verse 4]
G
And if I get drunk, well, the money's me own
D G
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
C
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
D7 G
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
C
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
D7 G
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
[Verse 5]
G
And when I'm dead and in my grave
D G
No costly tombstone will I have
G C
Just lay me down in my native peat
D7 G
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
[Chorus]
G D D7 G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
G C
Just lay me down in my native peat
D7 G
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
Tabbed from this performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFYOPyPru0Y
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