Thou’lt break my heart, thou civic crash,
That made my paper fit to burn,
Thou mind’st me o’ departed cash,
Departed never to return!
Oft hae I purchased shares gane doon,
When panic bade a’ stocks decline,
And waited for them to improve,
When muckle profit aye was mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I stored the gain
Fu’ safe in the Per-Centies Three;