The Jug Of Punch Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
One pleas[D]ant evening
in the month of June
As I [A]was sitting with [D]my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an [G]ivy [Em]bunch
An[D]d the song he s[G]ang
was [A]a jog of [D]bunch
Too -ra -loo -ra -loo, [A]too -ra -loo [Em]-ra -lay
Too -ra [A]-loo -ra -loo, too -ra -loo [D]-ra -lay
A small bird sat on an [G]ivy [Em]bunch,
And the [D]song he [G]sang was
the Geo[A]gra [D]punch.
If I were sick, I am very bad,
And I [A]was not able [D]to go or stand,
I would not think it at [G]all amis[Em]s,
[G]To [D]pledge my [G]shoes for a [A]Geogra punch.
[D]Too[A] -ra -lo[D]o -ra -loo,
too -ra -loo [Em]-ra -lay
Too -ra [A]-loo -ra -loo, too -ra -loo [D]-ra -lay
I wouldn't have fanged it at [G]all amiss
To [D]pledge my [G]shoes for [A]a triage of [D]fun
What more diversion can a man desire
Than [A]to sit him down by
an [D]alehouse fire
Upon his knee a [G]pretty wench
[Em]I an[G]d on the[D] t[G]able a jug[D] of [A]punch
[D]Turulurulu, tur[Em]ulurule
Turulur[A]ulu, tur[D]ulurule
Upon his knee a [G]pretty wench
I and [D]on [G]the table a [A]jug of [D]punch
And when I'm dead and in my grave,
No [A]costly tombstone [D]will I crave,
Just lay me down in my nat[G]ive beat,
Where the Geo[D]graphon[G] s
shat my [A]head and [D]feet.
[A]Tu -ra [D]-lu -ra -lu,
Tu -ra -lu [Em]-ra -lay,
Tu -ra [A]-lu -ra -lu,
Tu -ra -lu [D]-ra -lay,
Just lay me down in my nat[G]ive fields,
Where [D]the Geauga [G]pungs shut
my [A]head and [D]feet.[G]
Where [D]the Geau[G]ga pungs
shut my [A]head an[D]d feet.