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6 5 6 6 6 -5 -6 -6 My wife and I lived all alone, -6 -6 -7-7 -7 -6 -7 7 -8 8 In a little log hut we called our own. 5 6 6 6 -5 -6 -6 She loved gin and I loved rum, -6 -7 -7 -6 -7 -8 8 8 I tell you what we'd lots of fun. Chorus: 5 6 6 -5 -6 -6 Ha, ha, ha, you and me, -7 -7 -5 -6 -7 7 -8 8 Little brown jug how I love thee. 5 6 6 -5 -6 -6 Ha, ha, ha, you and me, -7 -7 -7 -6 -7 -8 7 7 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, So tip her up and down she goes. chorus, etc. When I go toiling on my farm, I take little brown jug under my arm. I place it under a shady tree, Little brown jug, 'tis you and me. If all the folks in Adams race Were gathered together in one place, Thin I'd prepare to shed a tear, Before I'd part from you, my dear. If I'd a cow that gave such mild I'd clothe her in the finest silk, I'd feed her on the choicest hay, And milk her forty times a day. The rose is red, my nose is too. The violet is blue and so are you; And yet I guess before I stop, We'd better have another drop!