LITTLE BROWN JUG - 1869 Lyrics - Tom Roush

My wife and I live all alone In a little hut we called our own; She loves gin and I love rum, I tell you what, we have 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! 'Tis you that makes my friends and foes, 'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes; But here you are so near my nose, So tip her up and down she goes. (Chorus) When I go toiling on my farm I take the little jug under my arm; I place it 'neath 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, I'd let them go without a tear Before I'd part from you, my dear. (Chorus) If I'd a cow that gave such milk, I'd dress her in the finest silk; Feed her on the choicest hay, And milk her forty times a day. (Chorus) 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. (Chorus) 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. (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.