My wife and I live all alone In a little log hut we call our own,

voice; guitarsSung by Dan Pitkin Melhorne, Ark. July 13, 1963 Reel 374 Item 1 Collected by Dan Pitkin For M.C. Parler Folklore Class "Sing-A-Bout" Transcribed by Linda Humphrey Little Brown Jug My wife and I live all alone In a little log hut we call our own, She loves gin; I love rum, Together we'll have lots 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 who makes my friends my foes, 'Tis you who makes me wear old clothes; Here you are so near my nose, Tip 'er 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.The rose is red and my nose is too, Violets blue and so are you; 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 continued Mr. pitkin learned this song from his father, George Pitkin, about 1954.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation