Little Brown Jug

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Little Brown Jug

My C wife and I live F all alone
In a G7 little log hut we C call G our C own;
C She loves gin and F I love rum,
And G7 don’t we have a C lot of fun!
C Ha, ha, ha, F you and me,
G7 Little brown jug, don’t C I G love C thee!
G Ha, ha, ha, F you and me,
G7 Little brown jug, don’t C I love thee!

 

1. Me and my wife live all alone
In a little log hut we call our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
And don’t we have a lot of fun!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

2. When I go toiling on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm;
Place it under a shady tree,
Little brown jug,’tis you and me.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

3. ‚Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
‚Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;
But, seeing you’re so near my nose,
Tip her up and down she goes.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

4. If all the folks in Adam’s race
Were gathered together in one place,
I’d let them go without a tear
Before I’d part from you, my dear.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

5. If I’d a cow that gave such milk,
I’d dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her up on oats and hay,
And milk her twenty times a day.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

6. I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

7. And when I die don’t bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol;
Put a bottle o‘ booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

8. The rose is red, my nose is too,
The violet’s blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We’d better take another drop.
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!