My wife and I live all alone
In a little log hut we call our own.
She loves gin and I love rum,
Don’t you know that we have 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.
Cross the creek on a hollow log,
Me and the wife and the little brown dog,
The wife and the dog fell in kerplunk,
But I held on to the little brown jug. Chorus
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. Chorus
