A pull of a plug, a tip of the jug...

my wife and I live all alone
In a little log hut we' call our own
She loves gin and I love rum
And don't we have a lot of fun

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

'Tis you that makes me friends and foes
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes
But, seeing you're so near my nose
Tip her up and down she goes

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

When I go toiling on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm
Place it under a shady tree
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

If I had a cow that gave such milk
I'd dress her in the finest silk
Feed her up on oats and hay
And milk her forty times a day

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

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

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

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

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

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

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, how I love thee

Little brown jug, how I love thee