Improbability, or, The batchelor's dislike to a married life/The Pitcher

The PITCHER.

IT'S not yet day, it's not yet day,
then why ſhould we then leave good liquor,
’Till the ſun beams round us play,
we'll ſit and tak the other pitcher.
The ſilver moon ſhe ſhines ſo bright,
ſhe ſhines moſt bright - I ſwear by nature
That if my minute glaſs goes right,
we've time to drink the other pitcher.
It's not yet day, &c.

They tell me, if I'd work all day,
and ſleep by night, I'd grow the richer,
But what is all this world's delight,
compar'd with mirth, my friend, & pitcher.
It's not yet day, &c.

They tell me Tom has got a wife,
whoſe portion will make him the richer,
I envy not his happy life,
give me good health, my friend, & pitcher.
It's not yet day, &c

F I N I S.