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3. BANK MELODY—No. II.
Air—“Fallen is thy throne.”
Fallen is thy throne, O Nicholas!
Silence is o'er thy Bank,
No more thy discounts tickle us,
Thy lawyers all are lank.
Silence is o'er thy Bank,
No more thy discounts tickle us,
Thy lawyers all are lank.
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Where are the boys that hanker,
For notes approved and “done,”
Who vote for the old banker,
Whenever they're hard run.
Clay! thou did'st love Nick Biddle,
Once he was all thine own;
Thy harp, thy flute, thy fiddle
Which thou did'st play upon;
Till Jackson came and blighted
Thy long loved olive tree,
And the Banking House was lighted,
For other kings than thee.
Then sunk the sun of Nicholas,
Then set his Evening Star,
And got into a pickle as
Bad as Duane's papa,
When wrapped in wrath and wonder,
He frowned upon his son,
And lectured him like thunder
For what he had not done.
For notes approved and “done,”
Who vote for the old banker,
Whenever they're hard run.
Clay! thou did'st love Nick Biddle,
Once he was all thine own;
Thy harp, thy flute, thy fiddle
Which thou did'st play upon;
Till Jackson came and blighted
Thy long loved olive tree,
And the Banking House was lighted,
For other kings than thee.
Then sunk the sun of Nicholas,
Then set his Evening Star,
And got into a pickle as
Bad as Duane's papa,
When wrapped in wrath and wonder,
He frowned upon his son,
And lectured him like thunder
For what he had not done.
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