The Jug Of Punch
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The Jug Of Punch
Letra: OriginalBeing on the twenty-third of June
Oh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
I heard a thrush, singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was The Jug of Punch
Dum-be-dum, be-day
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day
What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire?
What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire?
And in his hand, oh, a jug of punch
And on his knee, a tidy wench
Dum-be-dum, be-day
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day
When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet, place a flowing bowl
When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet, place a flowing bowl
And every young man that passes-by
He can have a drink, and remember I
Dum-be-dum, be-day
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
I heard a thrush, singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was The Jug of Punch
Dum-be-dum, be-day
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day
Siendo el veintitrés de junio
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telar
Siendo el veintitrés de junio
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telar
Oí un tordo cantando en un arbusto
Y la canción que cantó fue La Jarra de Ponche
Dum-be-dum, á-lá-rá-lá
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-lá
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-lá
¿Qué mayor placer puede desear un niño
Que sentarse junto al fuego?
¿Qué mayor placer puede desear un niño
Que sentarse junto al fuego?
Y en su mano, oh, una jarra de ponche
Y sobre su rodilla, una moza linda
Dum-be-dum, lá-lá-rá-lá
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-lá
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-lá
Cuando estoy muerto y coloqué en mi molde
Coloca un cuenco desbordante en mi cabeza y mis pies
Cuando estoy muerto y coloqué en mi molde
Coloca un cuenco desbordante en mi cabeza y mis pies
Y todo joven que pasa
Él puede tomar una copa y recordarme
Dum-be-dum, be-day
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-lá
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-lá
Siendo el veintitrés de junio
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telar
Siendo el veintitrés de junio
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telar
Oí un tordo cantando en un arbusto
Y la canción que cantó fue La Jarra de Ponche
Dum-be-dum, lá-lá-rá-lá
Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-lá
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-lá
Composición de Jörgen Elofsson. ¿La información está incorrecta? Avísanos.
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