Key signature: Dmajor
Submitted on December 22nd 2002 by alastair wilson.
This tune has been added to 30 tunebooks.
Also known as Armatree Brown Jug, Bonny Little Brown Jug, Bonny Little Brown Jug That I Love Dear, Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug Don't I Love Thee, The Little Brown Jug, Pat-a-cake.
X: 1
T: Brown Jug
M: 2/4
L: 1/8
R: polka
K: Dmaj
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Tune for popular couples dance of the same name. Other suitable tunes are Fourty Pond Float, Rattin' Bog, Dorset Fourhand Reel.
# Posted on December 22nd 2002 by alastair wilson
Little Brown Jug, Don't I love Thee
Me and my wife 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, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't 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, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't 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, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place,
I'd let them go without a tear
Before I'd part from you, my dear.
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!
If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her up on oats and hay,
And milk her twenty times a day.
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!
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, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't 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, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
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.
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!
# Posted on May 13th 2005 by ceolachan
& on another note:
My kidney function has been low
Some days I just don’t have to go
Doctors have these tests they run
And there's one test that's lots of fun
Ha ha ha he he he
Little brown jug how I love thee
Twenty four hours collecting my pee
In a little brown jug how I love thee
I tried to do as I was told
They said I had to keep it cold
In the fridge I didn’t think
A friend would come and take a drink
Omigod she didn’t see
That little brown jug is full of pee
What should I say c’est la vie
Little brown jug how I love thee
# Posted on May 13th 2005 by ceolachan
Bonny Little Brown Jug
Me and my wife we lived alone
In a neat little cottage we called our own.
She liked rum and I liked gin.
And that's where we had lots of fun,
Chorus
Singing Old brown ale, Old brown beer,
the Bonny little Brown jug that I love dear.
If I had a cow that would give such milk,
I would dress her in the finest silk;
I would feed her up on the best of hay,
I would milk her nine times every day.
Then it's if my brown jug was in pot,
I'd pawn my shirt and bring it out on bail.
And if my wife would me despise,
I'd up with my fists and give her two black eyes.
Then it's in comes the landlord so noble and so fat
He puts on his three-cocked hat.
He filled your beer till the cellar run dry,
And he wouldn't give a damn if you live or die.
The brewer brews it into a pan,
The landlord spills it into a can,
So he'd fill your beer till the cellar run dry,
And he wouldn't give a damn if you live or die.
# Posted on May 13th 2005 by ceolachan
The Little Brown Jug
Words & Music by (?) Joseph Eastburn Winner ("Eastburn") (1837-1918)
Published by J.E. Winner, Philadelphia, 1869
http://www.stephen-foster-songs.de/Amsong29.htm
& one given a swing by Glen Miller & his band...
# Posted on May 13th 2005 by ceolachan