THE LITTLE BROWN JUG
Eastburn
1.
My wife and I lived all alone,
In a little log hut we called our own;
She loved gin, and I loved rum,_
I tell you what, we'd lots of fun.
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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.
2.
'Tis you who makes my friends my foes,
'Tis you who makes me wear old clothes;
Here you are, so near my nose,
So tip her up, and down she goes.
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3.
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._
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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 from you, my dear._
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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._
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6.
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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