Brown Jug polka

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.

There are 3 recordings of this tune.

Brown Jug has been added to 10 tune sets.

Brown Jug has been added to 60 tunebooks.

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One setting

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T: Brown Jug
R: polka
M: 2/4
L: 1/8
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.

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!

& 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

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.

Les Cinq Jumelles (Polka)

This French-Canadian song was recorded in 1935 by La Bolduc http://www.labolduc.qc.ca/ who wrote the lyrics. She used the Dionne Quintuplets ‘headline’ as a lose argument for a jocular examination of Canadian characters.

You can listen to it at: http://www.collectionscanada.gc.ca/obj/m2/f7/13726.mp3 (courtesy of Bibliothèque Nationale du Canada); you’ll recognise the Little Brown Jug polka.

<<The Five Twins>>
À Callender, Ontario,
ils sont forts sur les jumeaux
Ça prend une bonne Canadienne
pour avoir ça à la demi-douzaine

CHORUS: Hi! Ha! Ha! Les gens du Canada
Marchent de l’avant comme des braves soldats

Ça prend un cultivateur
pour avoir autant d’ardeur
Et une mère bien décidée
pour donner l’jour à cinq poupées

J’vous dis qu’dans cette famille-là
d’la misère il n’y en a pas
La dépression s’est envolée
quand les jumelles sont arrivées

Quand les fêtes ont commencé
le Père Noël s’est découragé
I’ a trouvé qu’dans une année
la famille avait augmenté

J’veux parler-e du docteur
ça ce n’est pas un chômeur
Il travaille l’jour et la nuit
pour avoir soin des petits

L’hôpital qu’il a construit
est rempli de bons p’tits lits
Espérant qu’l’année prochaine
viendra l’autre demi-douzaine

Je souhaite à ses parents
de vivre encore bien longtemps
Des bons Canadiens comme ça
i’ sont bien rares au Canada

Mais depuis qu’c’est arrivé
les garçons veulent s’marier
Les jeunes filles les r’gardent d’travers
elles disent : «Essaie pas d’m’avoèr»

S’il y a un garçon qui veut s’marier
c’est à lui de se planter
«If you wish me in your arms
come up and see me sometime. »

NB: the last line is ‘macaronic’. It doesn’t rhyme in English but would to a French ear!

Note also how the contrived laughter in the French chorus is an echo of the version posted by ceolachan. The words are otherwise unrelated.