A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

How Fly-by-Night went down,

And set a bank up in a country town;

How like a king his head he reared;

And how the Coast of Cash he cleared;

And how one night he disappeared,

When many a scoffer jibed and jeered;

And many an old man rent his beard;

And many a young man cursed and railed;

And many a woman wept and wailed;

And many a mighty heart was quailed;