Just f'rinstance....


Allan Ramsey, The Tea-Table Miscellany (Edinburgh, 1723):

SLIGHTED NANSY

Tune.--The kirk wad let me be.

. . .
My daddy's a delver of dikes,
My mither can card and spin,
And I am a fine fodgel lass,
And the siller comes linkin in.

The siller comes linkin in,
And it is fou fair to see,
And fifty times wow! O wow!
What ails the lads at me?

["Fodgel" = buxom.]

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Des Moines Register (March 17, 1886), p. 3:

"Singing, 'Good Lord! how the money rolls in!'"

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Day Book (Chicago) (July 15, 1916), p. 14:

"My sister she works in a laundry,
My father he fiddles for tin,
My mother she ta-akes in washing,
Oh, my! how the money rolls in!"

["Tin" was a common 19th century slang term for money.]

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C. L. Edson, The Gentle Art of Columning (N.Y.,1920):

“There is an old barroom ballad with the refrain: ‘My Gawd, How The Money Rolls In!’ During the early days of America's participation in the war, a contributor signing the name Sib started a series in B. L. T.'s column by saying that this is the way the Tommies chant it in Flanders:

        Me mother's an apple pie baker,
        Me father he fiddles for gin,
        Me sister she sings for a shilling;
        My Gawd, how the money rolls in!”                                 

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A. Hyatt Verrill, The Real Story of the Whaler (N.Y., 1923):

"The sweating, oil-soaked, greasy crew would burst into some such song as:

My father's a hedger and ditcher,
My mother does nothing but spin,
While I hunt whales for a living—
Good Lord, how the money comes in."