The Dubliners - Jar of Porter lyrics
[The Dubliners - Jar of Porter lyrics]
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Give the child a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Give the child a jar of porter
If you want your child to grow
Your child to grow your child to grow
If you want your child to grow
Give 'I'm a jar of porter
Sing toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Give 'im a jar of porter
When I was young and cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
Me father up, then had his spake
"Give the child a jar of porter"
Sing toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Give the child a jar of porter
And when I'm dead and in my grave
I hope for me a prayer, you'll say
And as you're passing by that you'll
Throw in a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Throw in a jar of porter
Sad verse and when I reach the golden gates
I hope I'll not have long to wait
I'll call Saint Peter aside and say
"Brought y'up a jar of porter"
Sing toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Brought y'up a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la
Give the child a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Give the child a jar of porter
If you want your child to grow
Your child to grow your child to grow
If you want your child to grow
Give 'I'm a jar of porter
Sing toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Give 'im a jar of porter
When I was young and cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
Me father up, then had his spake
"Give the child a jar of porter"
Sing toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Give the child a jar of porter
And when I'm dead and in my grave
I hope for me a prayer, you'll say
And as you're passing by that you'll
Throw in a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Throw in a jar of porter
Sad verse and when I reach the golden gates
I hope I'll not have long to wait
I'll call Saint Peter aside and say
"Brought y'up a jar of porter"
Sing toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la
Brought y'up a jar of porter