Little Brown Jug lyrics

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Me and my wife live all alone
In a little log hut we eall our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
And don`t we have a lot of fun!

Chorus:
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!

Whcn 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. `

`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.

If all the folks in Adam`s race
Were gathered together in one place,
Then I`d prepare to shed a tear (I`d let them go without a tear)
Before I`d part from you, my dear.

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.

I bought a eow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fenee and strained her milk.

And when I die don`t bury me at all,
Just piekle my bones in alcohol;
I`ut a bottle o` booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.

The rose is red, my nose is tbo,
The violets blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We`d better take another drop.

From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
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