 | The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") |  |
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XII.
But as the fever reached its height,Some doubting dogs, for such there were,
Who thought that black could not be white,
That foul might be when seeming fair,
Just chanced to say, they'd like to know
When the Company meant to throw
In market a thousand tons or so.
Sharp opened his eyes, and hemmed and hawed;
He thought it impertinent, very, and odd;
For every one knew, that with motives prudential,
And for reasons numerous, safe, and potential,
The directors' action was confidential;
But thought, perhaps, in a year or so,
Some cargoes of coal to the market would go.
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