“ The Sprig of Shilela, and Shamrock so green.
O Love is the saul of a neat Irishman,
He loves all the lovely, loves' all that he can,
With his Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
His heart is good-humour'd ’tis honest and sound,
No malice or hatred is there to be found:
He courts and he marries, he drinks and fights,
'Tis love,all for love, for in that he delights,
With his sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green. ”

“ Tis no for her sweet comely features.
⁠These charms are naething to me.
The storms of life may soon blast them,
⁠Or sickness make them fade away,
But virtue, when fix’d in the bosom,
⁠Will flourish, and never decay. ”

“ I‘ll never more sicken for women or riches.
⁠But love my relations and Doctor Monro.
I plainly perceive, were I wedded to Christy,
⁠My peace and my pleasures I needs must forego.
He still lives a bachelor ”