A Jug Of Punch
A.L. Lloyd Lyrics


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As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
One summer evening in the month of June
The small birds sat on an ivy bunch
And the song they sang was the Jug of Punch.

What more diversion could a man require
Than to settle down by the ale-house fire,
With a fine red pippin to crack and crunch,
And on the table a jug of punch.

Let the doctors come with all their arts
They'll make no impression upon my heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

If I drink too much, well, my money's my own,
And them as don't like it can leave me alone
But I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go.

Too-ra-loo-ra-lay, too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
And if I get drunk well that's nothing to you




Oh my jug of punch and my jug of punch
This song I'm singing is the Jug of Punch.

Overall Meaning

The song "A Jug Of Punch" by A.L Lloyd tells the story of a man who is enjoying a summer evening in June with a glass, spoon and a jug of punch. It is said that the song is centuries old and has been performed throughout Ireland and Britain. The lyrics describe the serene scene where the man is sitting and enjoying himself while listening to the birds singing a tune about a jug of punch.


The song goes on to explain how the man is content with his life and that nothing can change his heart or his love for the jug of punch. The lyrics suggest that the man has embraced his love for alcohol and that he is happy with his decision to live his life in this manner. The song also indicates that the man is comfortable being himself, and he doesn't care what others think of him.


What makes this song so appealing is its simplicity in storytelling. The lyrics are easy to remember, and it tells a story of how one man can find joy in his life with a jug of punch. It also highlights the importance of being true to oneself and not caring about what others think.


Line by Line Meaning

As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
I was enjoying my drink and utensils


One summer evening in the month of June
It was a warm June night


The small birds sat on an ivy bunch
Birds nearby sang a sweet tune


And the song they sang was the Jug of Punch.
They sang about the drink known as Jug of Punch


What more diversion could a man require
There's no better entertainment for me


Than to settle down by the ale-house fire,
I'm content to sit by the fireplace and drink


With a fine red pippin to crack and crunch,
And enjoy an apple while I drink


And on the table a jug of punch.
And of course, a jug of Punch on the table


Let the doctors come with all their arts
I won't listen to what the doctors say


They'll make no impression upon my heart
Their words won't change my mind about drinking


Even the cripple forgets his hunch
Even someone with troubles can forget them with drink


When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.
When they're enjoying a Jug of Punch


If I drink too much, well, my money's my own,
If I drink excessively, it's my responsibility not others'


And them as don't like it can leave me alone
And if someone dislikes it, they can go elsewhere


But I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow
I'll play my fiddle and prepare my bow


And I'll be welcome wherever I go.
And I'm always welcome, wherever I bring my music


Too-ra-loo-ra-lay, too-ra-loo-ra-loo,
A nonsensical refrain


And if I get drunk well that's nothing to you
No one has the right to judge how much I drink


Oh my jug of punch and my jug of punch
The Jug of Punch is my favorite drink


This song I'm singing is the Jug of Punch.
And this song is all about my love for it




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Arr: LLOYD, ALBERT LANCASTER, TRAD

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