American Old Time Song Lyrics: 31 Pitcher Of Beer
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 31
PITCHER OF BEER.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
Sung by Ed. Harrigan In "The Mulligan Guard Rail."
I'm a friend to the poor man, where'er I may roam,
No matter what countryman he;
Come share my loaf And the meat on the bone,
I have a gramachre welcome for thee;
Each night in the week, and week in the year,
With a heart and a conscience that's clear,
I've a friend and a glass to let the toast pass,
As they drink from my pitcher of beer.
Chorus.
Each night in the week, and week in the year,
With a heart and a conscience that's clear,
I've a friend and a glass to let the toast pass,
As they drink from my pitcher of beer.
The child In the cradle, the dog at the door,
The fireside, cheerful and bright;
The old folks at the table, with plenty galore,
To welcome you in with delight;
Their blessing they give, it's long may you live,
And merrily pass o'er each year;
They hand you a glass to let the toast pass.
As you drink from their pitcher of beer, Chorus.
Good health and good nature, when brought side by side,
Are champions of real merriment;
Any poor creature in the world, far and wide,
Ne er begrudges the penny well spent
For a drop of the malt-they couldn't find fault
With that which turns sorrow to cheer;
Get a friend and a glass And let the toast pass.
And drink from your pitcher of beer.-Chorus.
Be. social and merry, for life's but a day.
We die and leave others behind;
To fret and to worry, to sigh and to pray.
When relief they could easy find.
If They draw up a chair and drive away care,
Have a friend with his pipe sitting new,
Tell a story or two, let it be old or new,
And drink from their pitcher of beer. --Chorus.