It been on the twenty -third of
June,
As I sat weaving all on my loom,
I heard a thrush singing in yon bush,
And the song he sang
was the jog of punch,
Ladly ful the dee,
Ladly ful the deedle -aidle -deedle -um,
Skiddle -dee -aidle -deedle -um,
Skiddle -dee -aidle
-deedle -um -dum -dee.
What more diversion can
a boy desire
Than to set him down
o 'er beside the fire?
And in his hand a hot jog of punch,
And on his knee a tidy wench,
Ladly fall the deed, ladly fall the deed,
Liddle -liddle -liddle -lum, skiddly -iddle -liddle -lum,
skiddly -iddle -liddle -liddle -lum -dum -dee.
Oh, what more hardship can
a boy endure
Than to sit him down, behind the door?
And what more hardship
can a boy endure
Than to sit him down, oh, behind the door?
And in his hand, oh, a jug of punch,
And on his knee, oh, tidy wench,
Gladly fall the dee,
Gladly fall the diddle -iddle
-diddle -dum,
Skiddery -iddle -diddle -dum,
Skiddery -iddle -diddle -diddle
-dum -dum -dee.
When I am dead, all my drinkin's over,
I'll take one drink and I'll drink no more.
When I am dead, all my drinkin's over,
I'll take one drink while it's to the fore.
In case I mightn't get it on that day,
I will take it now and I'll drink away.
I ladly ful the dee, ladly ful the dee,
Liddle -liddle -lum, skiddle -dee -ay,
Liddle -liddle -lum,
skiddle -dee -ay,
Liddle -liddle -lum -lum -dee.
When I am dead, I and in my mould,
At my head and feet leave a
flowing bowl.
When I am dead, I and in my mould,
At my head and feet leave a flowing bowl.
And every young man that passes by,
He can take a drink and remember I
Ladly fowl the dee
Ladly fowl the diddle -iddle
-diddle -um
Skiddery -iddle -iddle -um
Skiddery -iddle -iddle -iddle
-um -dum -dee