 It been on the 23rd of June as I sat weaving all on my loom. It been on the 23rd 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 jug of punch. Ladly fal-da-dee, ladly fal-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.