Not Yet Day

The silver moon that shines so bright, I Swear with reason is my teacher
And if my midnight glass runs dry, their's time to drink another Pitcher

It's not yet day, it's not yet day, Why should we forsake good liquor
Until the sunbeams around us play, lets joke and push about the Pitcher

I dearly love a hearty man, no snickering milk soft jimmie twitchier
That loves a lass and loves a glass and loudly call for another Pitcher
Chorus
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
Chours
Though one may boast a handsome wife, yet strange vaugres may bewitch her
Unvexed I'll lead a cheerful life, and loudly call for another Pitcher
Chorus