Little Brown Jug
Written By: Joseph Winner,
Copyright: Public domain
Warning! This song is about a man and his wife who had a lot of hard times because of alcohol
addictions. Drinking excessively is not good for you and usually leads to serious problems and addictions. 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! 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! '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! 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! 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! 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! 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! 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!
