Henry Clay Work - Little Brown Jug lyrics

Lines: 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. Lines: '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.