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’Tis the last silver shilling,

Left shining alone;

All its lovely companions

Are melted and gone;

No coin of its kindred,

No credit is nigh,

To brighten our wishes,

And drown the sad sigh!

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one

To pine on the board;

Since the landlord desires thee,

Go, swell thou his hoard.

Thus foolish I scatter

What should purchase bread,

To pamper an idler,

And gain a sore head.

And soon I must follow-

Finances decay;

For now from before me

The stoup's snatch'd away.

When half-crowns are melted,

And cruckies are flown,

Ah! who would inhabit

A tavern alone!