Henry Clay Work – Little Brown Jug lyrics

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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.

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'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.