Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
in the month of June
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As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
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A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
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And the song he sang
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was a jog of bunch
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Em
Too -ra -loo -ra -loo, too -ra -loo -ra -lay
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Too -ra -loo -ra -loo, too -ra -loo -ra -lay
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A small bird sat on an ivy bunch,
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And the song he sang was
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the Geogra punch.
If I were sick, I am very bad,
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And I was not able to go or stand,
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Em
I would not think it at all amiss,
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To pledge my shoes for a Geogra punch.
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Too -ra -loo -ra -loo,
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too -ra -loo -ra -lay
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Too -ra -loo -ra -loo, too -ra -loo -ra -lay
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I wouldn't have fanged it at all amiss
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To pledge my shoes for a triage of fun
What more diversion can a man desire
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Than to sit him down by
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Upon his knee a pretty wench
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I and on the table a jug of punch
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Em
Turulurulu, turulurule
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Turulurulu, turulurule
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Upon his knee a pretty wench
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G
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I and on the table a jug of punch
And when I'm dead and in my grave,
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No costly tombstone will I crave,
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Just lay me down in my native beat,
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Where the Geographons
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shat my head and feet.
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Tu -ra -lu -ra -lu,
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Tu -ra -lu -ra -lay,
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Just lay me down in my native fields,
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Where the Geauga pungs shut
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my head and feet.
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Where the Geauga pungs
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shut my head and feet.
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