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 He soon got to the banker’s shop. And there he said—“ Tho’ they he old, You know these notes again, so, cup, Change them for soverines of gold.”

When they’d paid him ten pounds in cash, He was so pleased at the bright show. He said, “ I hope 'twont make you smash. But charity ’gins at home, you know.”

Quite pleased, he to the inn did spank To treat him with a mug of yale; When some one said, the Sovereign Bank Had fail’d—or it was like to fail!

When he heard this, he in a crack Return’d to bank with might and main. And said, “ Cup take your soverines back. And just give me my notes again.”

When he’d his notes, he did begin To blow them up, and said, “ You crew! You thought to take a poor man in. But, dang it! d’ye see, I’s cunning as you.

You seem’d dang'd quick your gold to pay, You knew the soverine bank was broke; But I’ve my notes, and so good day. And I to your soverines wish good luck!”

W I was a boy in my father’s mud edifice. Tender and bare as a pig in a sty. Out at the door as I look’d with a steady phiz. Who but Pat Murphy the piper came by?