I’d never languish for wealth or for power,
I’d never sigh to see slaves at my feet;
I’d be a butterfly born in a bower,
And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
I’d be a butterfly, &c.
Oh! could I pilfer the wand of a Fairy,
I’d have a pair of those beautiful wings,
Their summer day’s ramble is sportive and airy,
They sleep in a rose where the nightingale sings;
Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary,