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Ned Farmer's Scrap Book.
Gold! Mighty Gold!
Hurrah! for the most potent monarch on earth,
Who hath reigned in his might since the hour of his birth,
Whose standard is followed where'er 'tis unfurled,
And whose empire extendeth all over the world.
All, all, are his subjects, the young and the old,
And the monarch I sing of, is gold! mighty gold!
The soldier, when fighting for honor and fame,
Will strike yet the fiercer at sound of his name;
While the love-smile of Woman, to all justly dear,
Beams brighter by far, if the monarch draws near.
E'en the heart of the miser, tho' flinty and cold,
Will warm into rapture at sight of "King Gold."
