Little Brown Jug

Song: Joseph Winner.

My wife and I live all alone,
In a little brown hut we call our own.
She loves gin and I love rum,
Tell you what, don’t we have fun?

Ha, ha, ha, ’Tis you and me,
Little brown jug don’t I love thee?
Ha, ha, ha, ’Tis you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee?

If I had 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.

When I go toiling on my farm,
Take a little brown jug under my arm.
Set it under some shady tree,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee?

Then came the landlord tripping in,
Round top hat and peaked chin.
In his hand he carried a cup,
Says I, “Old fellow, give us a sup.”