Little Brown Jug Lyrics and Tune



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LITTLE BROWN JUG, 1869


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LYRICS

My wife and I lived all alone, In a little log hut we called our own; She loved gin and I loved rum, I tell you what, wed lots of fun. Chorus: Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little Brown Jug dont I love thee; Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little Brown Jug dont I love thee. If all the folks in Adams race, Were gathered together in one place; Then Id prepare to shes a tear, Before Id part from you, my dear. Tis you who makes my friends my foes, Tis you who makes me wear old clothes; Here you are, so near my nose, So tip her up, and down she goes. Chorus: If Id a cow that gave such milk, Id clothe her in the finest silk; Id feed her on the choicest hay, And milk her forty times a day. Chorus: When I go toiling to my farm, I take little Brown Jug under my arm; I place it under a shady tree, Little Brown Jug, tis you and me. Chorus: The rose is red, my nose is, too, The violets blue, and so are you; And yet I guess before I stop Wed better take another drop. Chorus:



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