… Y'S PASTORAL RHAPSODY
(SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 38)

… Molly, th'other day, sir,
…akin' of the hay, sir,
… her for to be my bride,
…Molly she began to chide:
…she, "You are too young, dear Pat."
… I, "My jew'l, I'll mend o' that."
"You are too poor," she says, beside;
When to convince her, then, I tried,
That wealth is an invintion
The wise should never mintion,
And flesh is grass, and flowers will fade,
And it's better be wed than die an owld maid.

The purty little sparrows
Have neither plows nor harrows,
Yet they live at aise, and are contint,
Bekase, you see, they pay no rint;
They have no care nor flustherin'
About diggin' or induststherin';
No foolish pride their comfort hurts-
For they eat the flax, and wear no shirts-
For wealth is an invintion,etc.

Sure, Nature clothes the hills, dear,
Without any tailor's bills, dear;
And the bees they sip their sweets, my sowl,
Though they never had a sugar-bowl;
The dew it feeds the rose of June,
But 'tis not with a silver spoon;
Then let us tatthern take from those,
The birds and bees, and lovely rose-
For wealth is an invintion, etc.