Freemason's song/My Friend and Pitcher
My Friend and Pitcher.
The wealthy fool, with gold in ſtore,
will ſtill deſire to grow the richer,
(illegible text)e me but theſe, I ask no more,
my charming girl, my friend and pitcher.
My friend ſo rare, my girl ſo fair,
with ſuch what mortal can be richer?
Give me but theſe, a fig for care,
with my ſweet girl, my friend and pitcher.
From morning fun I'd never grieve
to toil, a hedger, or a ditcher,
If that, when I come home at eve,
I might enjoy my friend and pitcher.
Though fortune ever ſhuns my door,
(I know not what can thus bewitch her,)
With all my heart I can be poor,
with my ſweet girl, my friend and pitcher
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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