A Jar of Porter

Toora loora loora la toora loora la
Toora loora loora la give the child a jar of porter
If you want your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow, give him a jar of porter

When I was young and cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
Me father up and had his spake
Give the child a drop of porter

When i am dead and in my grave,
I hope for me a prayer you'll say
And if you're passing by that you'll
Throw in 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.'