Ye Merchant
Ye Merchant in his counting-room
In broadcloth fine arrayed,
He sendeth his great ships away
All in ye China trade.
And while his warehouse fills with goods
Ye merchant laughs with glee,
For in ye town who can be found
One half so rich as he?
Ye merchant of ye olden days,
No wonder that he laughed,
He nothing knew of Railway Rates,
Or High Finance, or Graft.
