An Epigram on Wood's Brass Money

Carteret was welcomed to the shore
First with the brazen cannon's roar.
To meet him next, the soldier comes,
With brazen trumps and brazen drums.
Approaching near the town, he hears
The brazen bells salute his ears:
But when Wood's brass began to sound,
Guns, trumpets, drums, and bells were drowned.
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