Musings on Parental Song and Dance
Posted By Randy on March 9, 2013
Sixteen weeks as of yesterday, and the SFM is ticking along like a little but fast growing clock. As I meditate on life with whoever has the honour of bestowing the treasured Title of Mother on Mrs. LFM, and Father upon me, I’m honing my repertoire of musical talents against the day when they will need to be deployed in that mode. Thanks to this tutorial courtesy of Farmer Hogget, I’m getting this classic down, and loving the choreography!
Awwwwww. You are going to do a great job, the both of you.
We’ll be calling on you for the chorus line Gary.
I do a killer version of “Little Brown Jug”
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
It’s a real toe tapper, and no mistake, but are you saying there’s more to it?
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!
Well, you know, that song Farmer Hogget sings talks about filling the night deep with moonshine.
Awesome!