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A JAR OF PORTER

CHORUS: Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
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 'im a jar of porter. CHORUS

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." CHORUS

When I am 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. CHORUS

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." CHORUS

[Traditional. Performed by The Dubliners.]