Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Sakura Sakura

As the cherry blossom season has been upon us recently and with it the attendant viewing parties, I chose the lovely Irish ballad The Jug of Punch for April’s song.

We actually managed two evening viewing parties this year. The first one was a little early and the blossoms were only about 30% open, but it was a pleasant evening and a good time was had by all, with lots of sake put away.

The second one was a week later and the blossoms were in man-kai (fully opened) mode. However, there was a bitterly cold wind and sporadic drizzle, which meant we only lasted an hour or so before abandoning proceedings. So it goes…

I assume the words to this song are traditional, as there seem to be several variations knocking about. The version here is as I remember it was performed by the late Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem.

One pleasant evenin’ in the month of June
As I was sittin’ with my glass an’ spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was The Jug Of Punch

Tooralooraloo... Tooralooralay…
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was The Jug Of Punch

What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire
Upon his knee there a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch?


Let the doctors come with all their art
They’ll make no impression upon my heart
But if life was gone, within an inch,
What would bring it back but a jug of punch?


And if I get drunk, well the money’s my own
And them as don’t like me they can leave me alone
I’ll tune my fiddle and I’ll rosin my bow
And I’ll be welcome wherever I go


And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.



1 comment:

Stef the engineer said...

Ah, I miss hanami. We've a flowering cherry in a pot just coming into bloom; we'll huddle under that and drink a toast to you when it comes into full bloom!