Rigs o' barley (1820)/The pitcher

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THE PITCHER.

It's not yet day, it' not yet day,
then why should we leave good liquor,
Till the sun beams around as play,
we'll sit and take another 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 richer;
But what is all this world's delight,
compar'd with mirth, my friend & pitcher.
It's not yet day, it's not yet day,
then why should we leave good liquor,
'Till the sun beams around us play,
we'll sit and take the other pitcher.
I'ts 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, it's not yet day,
then why should we leave good liquor,
Till the sun beams around us play,
we'll sit and take the other pitcher.
It's not yet day, &c.

FINIS.


This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.