Intro
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[Verse 1]
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Being on the twenty-third of June
D E
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
A E
Being on the twenty-third of June
D E
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
A D A
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
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And the song she sang was 'The Jug Of Punch', fal de dal de day
F#m D
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
E
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day
[Verse 2]
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What more pleasure can a boy desire
D E
Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire
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What more pleasure can a boy desire
D E
Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire
A D A
And in his hand, oh, a jug of punch
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And on his knee, have a tidy wench, fal de dal de day
F#m D
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
E
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day
[Verse 3]
A E
When I am dead and left in my mould
D E
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
A E
When I am dead and left in my mould
D E
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
A D A
And every young man that passes by
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He can have a drink and remember I, fal de dal de day
F#m D
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
E
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day
[Interlude]
A E D E
Da da da dum, etc.
A E D E
Da da da dum, etc.
A D A D A Bm F#m Bm E
Da da da dum, etc.
F#m D E
Da da da dum, etc.
[Verse 4]
A E
Being on the twenty-third of June
D E
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
A E
Being on the twenty-third of June
D E
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
A D A
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
D A Bm F#m Bm E
And the song she sang was 'The Jug Of Punch', fal de dal de day
F#m D
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
E
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day