THE MONEY MARKET FOR INFANT MINDS.
Here go the Funds, up, up,
And there go Consols, down, down,
Fluctuate backwards and forwards,
And then come around, round, round,
Nicholas cries, "No, no!"
There's a fall in the Three-per-Cents,
Aloft like rockets they go
The moment the Czar relents.
Sing hey! for the Bulls and Bears,
And ho! for the Turkey Cocks,
Sing Bonds, and Scrip, and Shares,
Sing British and Foreign Stocks.
Sing Ninety-seven, Two, Three,
Sing Two-and-a-Half at Par,
And that's the way £ s. d.
Depends upon Peace or War.