What’ll the banks—but listen! hold!

In screwing upward the price of gold

To that dangerous, last, particular peg,

They had killed their Goose with the Golden Egg!

Just there the metal came pouring out,

All ways at once, like a water-spout,

Or a rushing, gushing, yellow flood,

That drenched the bulls wherever they stood!

Small need to open the Washington main,

Their coffer-dams were burst with the strain!