From The Busy Bee, Or, Vocal Repository, Vol. 2, (London: J. S. Barr, [1790]), page 109:


1. The silver moon that shines so bright,
I swear with reason is my teacher;
And if my minute glass runs right,
We've time to drink another pitcher.

CHORUS: It's not yet day, it's not yet day,
Then why should we forsake good liquor;
Until the sun beams round us play,
Let's jocund push about the pitcher.

2. They say that I must work all day,
And sleep at night, to grow much richer;
But what is all the world can say,
Compar'd to mirth, my friend and pitcher.

3. Tho' one may boast a handsome wife,
Yet strange vagaries may bewitch her;
Unvex'd I live a chearful life,
And boldly call for t'other pitcher.

4. I dearly love a hearty man,
No sneaking milksop Jemmy Twitcher;
Who loves a lass, and loves a cann,
And boldly calls for t'other pitcher.


[It's easy to see how "jocund" could be transformed to "joke and."]