Classic Poem

Come all ye good people attend
Pray hear what a new comer offers;
I've all sorts of good things to vend,
If you will but open your coffers.
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down-e;
Here we go backwards and forwards
And here we go round, round, round-e!

Here is a fleet from New York,
And here the dry goods shall abound-e;
Here is both butter and pork,
And all just now come round-e.

Here you have salt for your broth,
And here you have sugar and cheese-e;
Tea without taxes or oath,
But down with your gold , if you please-e.

Here is an end to your rags,
Your backs shall no more go bare-e:
Farewell to the sneers of the wags,
But your gold , Sir, must first take air-e.

Here you have good Irish beef,
And here you have sugar and spice-e;
Here you may part with your grief,
For gold we have plumbs for mince pies-e.

Here you have topknot and tête
Too big for a bushel to hold-e;
Here you may dress like the great:
And all for a trifle of gold-e.

Here you have catgut and gauze,
And cambrick and lawn very fine-e;
Mits, hose, and a thousand kickshaws,
For which let your silver be mine-e.

Here you have trinkets so fine,
And baubles to hang by your side-e;
Here you may glitter and shine;
For gold you may look like a bride-e.

Then spurn at the wise old dons,
Who make for their paper a rout-e;
Here's goods for your gold at once;
Come, out with your gold , come out-e.

You'll ruin the land, we know,
By joining with what we've told-e:
But since all your wealth must go,
We'll strive to encircle your gold-e.

Come, surely I've told you enough!
We have all that you want and wish-e;
But pray give us no paper stuff:
We come for the loaf and the fish-e.
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down-e;
Here we go backwards and forwards
And here we go round, round, round-e!