Nothing to do and all day to do it in. Heinrich Zille
By the Irish novelist Carlton (I think...)
It's little for glory I care,
Sure ambition is only a fable,
I'd as soon be meself as Lord Mayer,
With lashins of drink on the table.
I like to lie down in the sun,
And dream when my features are scorchin'
And when I'm too old for more fun,
Why, I'll marry a wife with a fortune.
And in Winter with bacon and eggs,
And a place at the turf fire basking
Sip my punch as I roasted my legs,
Oh! the Divil a more I'd be asking.
For I haven't a genius for work,
It was never a gift of the Bradys,
But I'd make a most illigant Turk,
For I'm fond of tobacco and ladies.