C  G  F  G  C  G  F  G

[Verse 1]
             C               G
Being on the twenty-third of June
             F                 G
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
             C               G
Being on the twenty-third of June
             F                 G
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
          C              F      C
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
        F        C                    Dm      Am     Dm     G
And the song she sang was 'The Jug Of Punch', fal de dal de day
     Am                     F
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
               G
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day


[Verse 2]
          C                    G
What more pleasure can a boy desire
             F                    G
Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire
          C                    G
What more pleasure can a boy desire
             F                    G
Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire
           C           F      C
And in his hand, oh, a jug of punch
    F      C                 Dm     Am     Dm     G
And on his knee, have a tidy wench, fal de dal de day
     Am                     F
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
               G
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day


[Verse 3]
          C                   G
When I am dead and left in my mould
               F                    G
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
          C                   G
When I am dead and left in my mould
               F                    G
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
          C              F      C
And every young man that passes by
       F      C                  Dm Am     Dm     G
He can have a drink and remember I, fal de dal de day
     Am                     F
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
               G
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day

[Interlude]
C   G   F   G
Da da da dum, etc.
C   G   F   G
Da da da dum, etc.
C   F C   F C   Dm Am Dm G
Da da da dum, etc.
Am   F   G
Da da da dum, etc.


[Verse 4]
             C               G
Being on the twenty-third of June
             F                 G
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
             C               G
Being on the twenty-third of June
             F                 G
Oh, as I sat weaving all at my loom
          C              F      C
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
        F        C                    Dm      Am     Dm     G
And the song she sang was 'The Jug Of Punch', fal de dal de day
     Am                     F
Fala dum dum na did'n dad'n daa
               G
Da did'n dad'n dum didlie day