why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure amassing treasure why scrape and save why look so canny at every penny you ll take no money within the grave landlords and gentry with all their plenty must still go empty where e er they re bound so to my thinking we d best be drinking our glasses clinking and round and round is ioma sl sin do bhos ag daoine ag cruinni posa is ag danamh stir s a laghad a smaoinos ar ghiorra a tsaoil seo go mbeidh siad snte faoi an leac go fill ms tiarna tre dic no r th n cuirfear pingin leat s t dul faoin bhfd mar sin is d bhr sin nl beart nos cronna n bheith go sora ag cur preab san l king solomon s glory so famed in story was far outshone by the lily s guise but hard winds harden both field and garden pleading for pardon the lily dies life s but a bauble of toil and trouble the feathered arrow once shot ne er found so lads and lasses because life passes come fill your glasses for another round is gearr an saol t ag an ll sciamhach c gur bu agus gur geal a ghabhil is solamh cronna ina chulaith riil nach bhfuil baol air in ille dh nl sa tsaol seo ach mar soinnen gaoithe ga a scaoiltear n slm de cheo mar sin s d bhr sin nl beart nos cronna n bheith go sora ag cur preab san l the huckster greedy he blinds the needy their strifes unheeding shouts money down his special vices his fancy prices for a florin s value he ll charge a crown with hump for trammel the scripture s camel missed the needle s eye and so came to ground why pine for riches while still you ve stitches to hold your britches up another round 