From The American Artisan and Hardware Record, Volume 71 No. 21 (Chicago: Daniel Stern, May 20, 1916), page 17:


INVY.

Such a swate charming crature was Kitty O'Toole,
The lily of far Tipperary,
Wid her cheeks like a rose, and her eyes like the soles,
And her figure as nate as a fairy.
I saw her wan day: Och, she looked like a quane
In the glory of swate wan and twinty,
As she sat with McGinty's big arm 'round her waist,
Bedad! how I invied McGinty.

Six months after that in the swate summer days,
The bhoys and the gur'ls were invited
By Larry O'Toole in the cabin beyant,
To see Kate and McGinty united;
And when in the church they were jined into wan,
And the praste gave thim blessin's in plinty,
And Katie looked swater than iver before.
Bedad! how I invied McGinty.

But the years they rolled past and McGinty he died,
Sure my heart was all broke up wid pity
To see her so mournful and lonesome and sad,
So I went and got married to Kitty.
But now whin I gaze where McGinty is laid,
Wid a shtone at his head cowl and flinty,
And lying so peaceful and quiet and shtill,
Bedad! I shtill invy McGinty.


[The same poem also appears in The Mixer and Server, Volume 25, Number 4 (Cincinnati: Bartenders' International League of America, April 15, 1916), page 41.

[And the same story is retold (or perhaps previously told) in a song called LUCKY JIM (HOW I ENVY HIM).]