My wife and I live all alone,
In a little log hut, we called our own
She loved gin and I loved rum
I'll tell you we had lots of fun.
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Ha ha ha ha, you and me,
Little Brown Jug, how I love Thee.
Ha ha ha ha, you and me ,
Little Brown Jug, how 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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