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As he was sitting there eating something he was drinking punch. I suspect the punch was strong liquor. Here is a traditional Irish song sung by most Irish folk singers as well as Donovan Leitch  (from Wales)


Jug of Punch

G    
 As I was sitting with Jug and spoon
 D                                    G  
 One fine morning in the month of June
                                    C
 A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
               G                                  D7     G
 And the song he sang was the jug of punch.
 
 Chorus:
               G
 Too-rah-loo-rah-loo, Too-rah-loo-rah-lay
                D                                G
 Too-rah-loo-rah-loo, Too-rah-loo-rah-lay
                                     C
 A small bird sat on an ivy bush
               G           C                     D7     G
 And the song he sang was the jug of punch.

(NOTE: last 2 lines of each verse are the last lines of its chorus)
 

    G                     
 If I were sick and in my bed
        D                         G
 And was not able to go or stand
                                     C
 I would not think it at all amiss
      G                C                D7      G    
 To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch.  CHORUS
 
        G
 The learned doctors with all their art
              D                                        G
 Cannot cure the impression that's on the heart
                              C
 Even the cripple forgets his hunch
                   G           C                D7      G
 When he's safe outside with a jug of punch...CHORUS
 
           G
 What more diversion can a man desire
               D                          G 
 Than to sit him down by a neat turf fire
                             C
 Upon his knee a pretty wench
          G           C         D7       G
 And upon the table a jug of punch...CHORUS
 
        G                      
 And when I'm dead and in my grave
      D                           G
 No costly tomb stone will I have
                                        C
  Just lay me down in my native peat
            G         C                 D7            G
 With a jug of punch at my head and feet. ...CHORUS