Little Brown Jug how I love thee!

Seeing as how few know the origins of the "Little Brown Jug" as the name for the trophy, it is oftentimes credited to having come from this popular drinking song from the late 1800's. (Composed in 1869 by Joseph Winner).

Would be awesome if the band played it at the game.. But I guess in the politically correct day and age.. And as it is almost happy hour time here in Ann Arbor, Cheers!

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!

Chorus

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.

(Chorus)

’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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)