The Moon Shines on the Moonshine

Performed by Sidney Phillips
Recorded March 1920
Lyrics by Francis De Witt; Music by Robert Hood Bowers

[verse 1]
The Mahogany is dusty,
All the pipes are very rusty,
And the good, old-fashioned "musty"
Doesn't musty anymore.
All the stuff got bum and bummer,
From the middle of the summer,
Now the bar is "on the hummer,"
and "For Rent" is on the door:

[chorus 1]
How sad and still tonight,
By the old distillery!
And how the cob-webs cob,
In its old machinery!
But in the mountain tops,
Far from the eyes of cops,
Oh! how the moon shines on
the moonshine, so merrily!
How sand and merrily!

[verse 2]
Goodness me, how mis'ry doubles!
Ain't one thing to use for bubbles,
For to drown away your troubles,
Now the tide has gone and went;
Days and nights are getting bleaker,
shiv'ring for an old-time sneaker,
Even water's getting weaker,
'Bout one tenth of one per cent:

[chorus 2]
How sad and still tonight,
By the old distillery!
And how the mourners mourn,
at the Lager Brewery!
So, Mister, if you please,
Don't let nobody sneeze,
Up where the moon shines
On the moonshine, so stillily!
How sand and Stillily!