You will be my thankers,
I'll make you my bankers,
As good as Ben Burton or Fade[1]:
For nothing shall pass
But my pretty brass,
And then you'll be all of a trade.
I'm a son of a whore
If I have a word more
To say in this wretched condition.
If my coin will not pass,
I must die like an ass;
And so I conclude my petition.
Come listen with patience, and hear out my ditty:
At this time I'll choose to be wiser than witty.
The halfpence are coming, the nation's undoing,
There's an end of your ploughing, and baking, and brewing;
In short, you must all go to rack and to ruin.
Both high men and low men, and thick men and tall men,
And rich men and poor men, and free men and thrall men,
Will suffer; and this man, and that man, and all men.
- ↑ Two famous bankers.
