Transcription
The Other Pitcher
The silver moon that shines so bright,
I swear, with reason is my teacher,
And if my minute-glass runs right,
We have time to drink the other pitcher.
Chorus
It is not yet day, it is not yet day,
Then why should we forsake good liquor? –
Until the sun beams round us play,
Let us jocund push about the pitcher.
They say that I must work all day,
And sleep at night to grow much riches,
But what is all the world can say,
Compared to myrth, my friend and pitcher. Chorus
Though one may boast a handsome wife,
Yet strange vagaries may bewitch her,
Unvened I live a cheerrful life,
And boldly call for the other pitcher. Chorus
I dearly love a hearty man,
No sneaking mil-sop Jenny twitches,
Who loves a lass and loves a glass,
And boldly calls for the other pitcher. Chorus.
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