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Title
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Joke and push about the pitcher
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
The silver moon that shines so bright
I swear with reason is my teacher,
And, if my midnight glass runs right,
There's time to drink the pitcher.
Chorus
It's not yet day. It's not yet day.
Why should we forsake good liquor?
Until the sunbeams round us play,
Let's joke and push about the pitcher.
Verse 2
I dearly love a hearty man -
No sniggering milk sop Jimmy Twitcher -
That loves a lass, and loves a glass,
And loudly calls for another pitcher.
Chorus
Verse 3
They say that we must work all day,
And sleep at night to wake much richer;
But what is all the world does say
Compared to mirth, my friend, and pitcher.
Chorus
Verse 4
Though one may boast a handsome wife,
Yet strange vagaries may bewitch her;
Unvexed I'll lead a cheerful life,
And boldly call for t'other pitcher.
Chorus
