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5. BANK MELODY—No. IV.
Air.—Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour.”
[“To be sung by Mr. H-x-e, after the Election.”]
Farewell! but whenever you think of the hour
That gave to old Tammany honor and power,
Then think of the discounts, which we have had too,
And the loans, dearest Webster, we've made Clay, and you,
Our debts will press heavy! no hope will remain!
And Nick will surrender his office with pain!
But he ne'er will forget the free discounts, that threw
Their enchantments, my Webb, around Noah, and you.
Let fate do her worst! we have laid up enough;
Our hay is all made, and the storm may blow rough,
We care not; why should we? we've had out our fun,
And never again can they say we're hard run.
Long, long may our hearts with such comforts be stored,
Like pockets wherein jingling coin has been poured.
You may break, you may ruin the Bank, if you will,
But the notes and the specie, will hang round us still.
That gave to old Tammany honor and power,
Then think of the discounts, which we have had too,
And the loans, dearest Webster, we've made Clay, and you,
Our debts will press heavy! no hope will remain!
And Nick will surrender his office with pain!
But he ne'er will forget the free discounts, that threw
Their enchantments, my Webb, around Noah, and you.
Let fate do her worst! we have laid up enough;
Our hay is all made, and the storm may blow rough,
We care not; why should we? we've had out our fun,
And never again can they say we're hard run.
Long, long may our hearts with such comforts be stored,
Like pockets wherein jingling coin has been poured.
You may break, you may ruin the Bank, if you will,
But the notes and the specie, will hang round us still.
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