Here’s to the Creditor,
Long may he reign!
May his Faith never waver,
His Trust never wane.
May the Lord make him gentle
And gracious and gay,
Yet quick to resent
The least offer of pay:
May he soften his heart
As he softened, we’re told,
To the Israelite’s ‘touch,’
The Egyptian of old;
And when on his last
Long account he shall look,
The angel will say
As he closes the book:
“The Lord gives you Credit
For Credit you gave”!
So here’s to the Creditor—
Long may he waive.
To
Neptune
A health to King Neptune,
The boss of the wave!
Who sits on the Ocean
And makes it behave.
Come fill up your bumpers
And take a long pull!
When he’s calm he’s not dry—
When he rolls, he’s not full.
Whether sober or rough,
He’s always a sport,
And we’ll never stop toasting him
Till we’re in port.
A jolly old salt,
Though he smile or he frown.
So here’s to King Neptune!
Fill up! Drink her down!