The Jug Of Punch

La Jarra de Ponche

The Jug Of Punch

Siendo el veintitrés de junioBeing on the twenty-third of June
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telarOh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
Siendo el veintitrés de junioBeing on the twenty-third of June
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telarOh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
Oí un tordo cantando en un arbustoI heard a thrush, singing on yon bush
Y la canción que cantó fue La Jarra de PoncheAnd the song she sang was The Jug of Punch
Dum-be-dum, á-lá-rá-láDum-be-dum, be-day

Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-láDum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-láDee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day

¿Qué mayor placer puede desear un niñoWhat more pleasure can a boy desire
Que sentarse junto al fuego?Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire?
¿Qué mayor placer puede desear un niñoWhat more pleasure can a boy desire
Que sentarse junto al fuego?Than sitting down, oh, beside the fire?
Y en su mano, oh, una jarra de poncheAnd in his hand, oh, a jug of punch
Y sobre su rodilla, una moza lindaAnd on his knee, a tidy wench
Dum-be-dum, lá-lá-rá-láDum-be-dum, be-day

Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-láDum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-láDee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day

Cuando estoy muerto y coloqué en mi moldeWhen I am dead and left in my mold
Coloca un cuenco desbordante en mi cabeza y mis piesAt my head and feet, place a flowing bowl
Cuando estoy muerto y coloqué en mi moldeWhen I am dead and left in my mold
Coloca un cuenco desbordante en mi cabeza y mis piesAt my head and feet, place a flowing bowl
Y todo joven que pasaAnd every young man that passes-by
Él puede tomar una copa y recordarmeHe can have a drink, and remember I
Dum-be-dum, be-dayDum-be-dum, be-day

Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-láDum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-láDee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day

Siendo el veintitrés de junioBeing on the twenty-third of June
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telarOh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
Siendo el veintitrés de junioBeing on the twenty-third of June
Oh, mientras me sentaba a tejer, en mi telarOh, as I sat weaving, all at my loom
Oí un tordo cantando en un arbustoI heard a thrush, singing on yon bush
Y la canción que cantó fue La Jarra de PoncheAnd the song she sang was The Jug of Punch
Dum-be-dum, lá-lá-rá-láDum-be-dum, be-day

Dum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, lá-lá-ri-láDum-be-dum, dum-be-dum-be, deedle-a-dye
Dum-di-dum, di-di-dum, lá-lá-rá-láDee-dum-be, deedle-dum, deedle-a-day