My wife and I lived all alone,
In a little log hut we call'd our own
She loved gin, and I loved rum,
I tell you what, we'd lots of fun. Ha! ha! ha! you and me,
Little Brown Jug don't I love thee!

Chorus
Ha! ha! ha! you and me
Little Brown Jug don't I love thee!

2

'Tis you who makes my friends and foes,
'Tis you who makes me wear old clothes,
Here you are so near my nose,
So tip her up and down she goes.

CHORUS: Ha! ha! ha! etc.

3

When I go toiling to my farm
I take little brown jug under my arm
Place him under a shady tree,
Little Brown Jug, 'tis you and me.

CHORUS: Ha! ha! ha! etc.

4

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 with you, my dear.

CHORUS: Ha! ha! ha! etc.

5

If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd clothe her in the finest silk,
I'd feed her on the choicest hay,
And milk her forty times a day.

CHORUS: Ha! ha! ha! etc.

6

The rose is red, my nose is, too,
The violet's blue and so are you;
And yet I guess, before I stop
I'd better take another drop.

CHORUS: Ha! ha! ha! etc.