jug of punch twas early early in the month of june i was sitting with my glass and spoon a small bird sat on an ivy bunch and the song he sang was a jug of punch cho toor a loora la toor a loora lie toor a loora la toor a loora lie if i were sick and very bad and were not able to go or stand i would not think it at all amiss to pledge my shoes for a jug of punch cho what more diversion can a man desire than to sit him down by a snug turf fire upon his knee a pretty wench and upon his table a jug of punch cho and when i m dead and in my grave no costly tombstone will i have i ll dig a grave both wide and deep with a jug of punch at my head and feet