Peggy Lettermore - Jar Of Porter Lyrics

Orthodox Celts Peggy Lettermore - 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'em a jar of porter.

When I was young in cradle cake, no drop of milk no would I take,
Daddy gave me heady steak, gimme a jar of porter.

When I'm dead an' in my grave, I hope a prayer for me you'll say,
and as you passes by the tule, give me a jar of porter.

And when I reach the golden gate, I hope I'll not a long to wait,
I'll call St. Peter sad and say : "Give me a jar of porter !!!".

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me jar of porter
(sing)
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me 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 him a jar of porter

(sing)
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me jar of porter

When I was young in cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
Daddy gave me heady steak, gimme a jar of porter.

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me 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
Toora loora loora la give the child a jar of porter

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 you a jar of porter"

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give the child a jar of porter