Henry Clay Work - Little Brown Jug lyrics

Lines:

My wife and I live all alone,

In a little log hut we called our own;

She loved gin and I love rum,

I tell you what, we'd lots 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.



Lines:

'Tis you who makes my friends my foes,

'Tis you who makes makes me wear old clothes;

Here you are, so near my nose,

So tip her up, and down she goes. -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



If all the folks in Adam's race,

Were gathered together in one place;

Then I'd prepare to shed a tear,

Before I'd part from you, my dear. -Chorus



If I'd a cow that gave such milk,

I'd clothe her in the finest silk;

I'd feed her with the choicest hay,

And milk her forty times a day. -Chorus



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. -Chorus



Ending 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.

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