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 | The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore |  |
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THE SINKING FUND CRIED.
“Now what, we ask, is become of this Sinking Fund—these eight millions of surplus above expenditure, which were to reduce the interest of the national debt by the amount of four hundred thousand pounds annually? Where, indeed, is the Sinking Fund itself?”
—The Times.
Take your bell, take your bell,
Good Crier, and tell
To the Bulls and the Bears, till their ears are stunn'd,
That, lost or stolen,
Or fall'n through a hole in
The Treasury floor, is the Sinking Fund!
Good Crier, and tell
To the Bulls and the Bears, till their ears are stunn'd,
That, lost or stolen,
Or fall'n through a hole in
The Treasury floor, is the Sinking Fund!
O yes! O yes!
Can any body guess
What the deuce has become of this Treasury wonder?
It has Pitt's name on't,
All brass, in the front,
And R*b*ns*n's, scrawl'd with a goose-quill, under.
Can any body guess
What the deuce has become of this Treasury wonder?
It has Pitt's name on't,
All brass, in the front,
And R*b*ns*n's, scrawl'd with a goose-quill, under.
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Folks well knew what
Would soon be its lot,
When Frederick and Jenky set hob-nobbing ,
And said to each other,
“Suppose, dear brother,
“We make this funny old Fund worth robbing.”
Would soon be its lot,
When Frederick and Jenky set hob-nobbing ,
And said to each other,
“Suppose, dear brother,
“We make this funny old Fund worth robbing.”
We are come, alas!
To a very pretty pass—
Eight Hundred Millions of score, to pay,
With but Five in the till,
To discharge the bill,
And even that Five, too, whipp'd away!
To a very pretty pass—
Eight Hundred Millions of score, to pay,
With but Five in the till,
To discharge the bill,
And even that Five, too, whipp'd away!
Stop thief! stop thief!—
From the Sub to the Chief,
These Gemmen of Finance are plundering cattle—
Call the watch—call Brougham,
Tell Joseph Hume,
That best of Charleys, to spring his rattle.
From the Sub to the Chief,
These Gemmen of Finance are plundering cattle—
Call the watch—call Brougham,
Tell Joseph Hume,
That best of Charleys, to spring his rattle.
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Whoever will bring
This aforesaid thing
To the well-known House of Bobinson and Jenkin,
Shall be paid, with thanks,
In the notes of banks,
Whose Funds have all learn'd “the Art of Sinking.”
This aforesaid thing
To the well-known House of Bobinson and Jenkin,
Shall be paid, with thanks,
In the notes of banks,
Whose Funds have all learn'd “the Art of Sinking.”
O yes! O yes!
Can any body guess
What the dev'l has become of this Treasury wonder?
It has Pitt's name on't,
All brass, in the front,
And R*b*ns*n's, scrawl'd with a goose-quill, under.
Can any body guess
What the dev'l has become of this Treasury wonder?
It has Pitt's name on't,
All brass, in the front,
And R*b*ns*n's, scrawl'd with a goose-quill, under.
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