Little Brown Jug 茶色の小瓶

My wife and I live 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.

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!

'Tis you that makes my friends and foes, 'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes; But here you are so near my nose, So tip her up and down she goes.

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

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.

If I'd 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.

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.

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.

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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