Musings on Parental Song and Dance

Posted By on March 9, 2013

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8 Responses to “Musings on Parental Song and Dance”

  1. Gary Carbone says:

    Awwwwww. You are going to do a great job, the both of you.

  2. Gary Carbone says:

    I do a killer version of “Little Brown Jug”

  3. Gary Carbone says:

    Of course, in my version, I just keep repeating the chorus:

    “A ha ha, you and me,
    Little brown jug how I love thee–
    A ha ha, you and me,
    Little brown jug how I love thee”

    It’s good, I must say

  4. Gary Carbone says:

    Actually, I only learned the chorus (as it was sweetly sung to me by my mom) when I was a young’n. A quick google search came up with these lyrics. Seem to be talking about drinking hootch, certainly not the proper subject matter for a child!!!

    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!

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