Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1837-10-05
BETTER CURRENCY,
OE u N OO NENCI,
OR THE HOUSE THAT JACKSON BUILT
n nr,c Song 10 an old Tune.

bEI T. IL CUNkENCN,
OR THE HOUSE THAT JACKSON BUILT
n nsw Song TO an old Tune.
This is the House that Jack built.
4 These are the old rags that lie in the
House that Jack built.
4 These nre the bags, that hold the old rags,
that lie in the House that Jack built.
This the pay, that's due to day, and paid
from the bags, that contain the old rags, that
lie in the House that Jack built.
This is Levi Woodbury., not very good for
yc, if yon ask for your pay, precise at the
day, because all his bags, contain nothing bnt
rags, snugy slowed in the House that Jack
built.
This is Amos Kendall, appointed to send
all, the papers and letters, addressed to his
betters, yet was handled so huTy. in the af-
fair of old Cuffey, and now never knows, his
thumbs from his toes, and would chuckle so
funny. could lie get his hard &noney, from
Levi Woodbury., who don't think it good for
ye. to pay aught except rags, from ont the
old bags, that lie in the House that Jack
built.
! This is Tom Benton, who 'tother day went
on, speech making excursion, for nought
but diversion, and found all his cash was
nothing but trash, meeting sundry disasters,
on account Of shin plasters, which folks would
not take, for the Senators sake, because the
poor ninnies, remembered the gnineas, which
all 10 hrs wo, not twelve month ago, he
swore by the powers, would rain down IN
showers, and that sweet Amos Kendall, the
sinners would send all, to Levi Woodbury.,
who would always he good for We, for so
much hard chink and couldn't but think, twas
prodgiously funny when told that this mo-
ncy, tied fast in his bags, was nothing but
rags, slowed away in the House that Jack
built
This is Frank Blair, mad as any March
hare, and lately sent packing,for too free use
of blacking. and telling more lies, than his
master thought wise, yet still bays the moon,
with the very same tune, and continues to
roar. and banker for more, of the loaves and
the fishes, in Uncle Sans dishes, having
swore that John Bull, had his pockets so full,
that folks shouldn't throw him, potatoe they
owe him, yet before he was older, was tipped
the cold shoulder, and Kendall and Benton.
won't lend him cent on, his best cxpecta-
tions, Of any more rations, because they all
guess, he's quite out Of the mess, where LIE.
vi Woodbury., hands out the food for ye, on
account Of the bags, that are full of old rags,
and lie in tho House that Jack built.
| This is old Van, who was never the man,
to he put in the station, of head Of the
nation, yet performed such a wonder, by
means of blunder, and sticking like wax to
old Hickory's tracks, and has stewed to his
wish, fine kettle Of fish, with nonsensical
babblc. to plaster the robb'c, and play villa
nous pranks with Uncle Sans banks, but
discovered that Blair wouldn't do to n hair,
and so cut him adrf in desperate shift,
while hard hearted folks stop his mouth with
their jokes, recollecting with urses,when he
talked of silk purses, all full of sinners which
those cunning OWNERS, Benton, Kendall and
Woodbury., were to conjure all good for ye,
by desperate pull, from the pockets so full,
Of simple John Bull, to replenish the bags,
now stuffed with old rags, that belong to the
House that Jack built.
1 This is Nick Bddle, who don't care fd-
dle-stick's end for the fellow, whose coin is
not yellow, and has a strong box, too hard
for the knocks, which old Hickory's club, b,sent
rub dub dub down on it like thunder, for
pure love Of punder yet all could not smash
that deposite Of cash, which shallow old Van,
has lunatc plan, to plunge in disasters, by
his patent shin plasters, believing the naiicn,
will owe its salvation,to Kendall and Benton,
who are only intent on, holding fast by their
places, and keep making grimaces, to bom-
boozle the ninnies, who believe in gold gui-
meas, and Levi Woodbury., who vows it's not
good for ye, to disturb the bags oil full Of old
rags, that lie in the House that Jack built.
This is poor Uncle Sam, who was gulled
by n sham, and thought that his winning, was
just in the beginning, and expected moreo-
vcr, to wallow in clover, but met his mishaps
by listening to chaps, who preached fine
story, about "bazes Of glory" and told him
in CANNON, his shad were all salmon, yet in
cutching his pelf. has discovered himself,
aack and alas to have been a huge ass, and
perceives that old Van, is by no means the
man, to retrieve his disasters. by means OF
shin plasters, and that Kendall and Benton,
deserve to be sent on, jaunt Of dismission,
for their vile imposition, and that each pre-
cous Pet, is completely upset, and the hum.
bug Of guneas, can cheat only the ninnics,
and that Woodbury's bags, with all their old
rags, before matters are done, will ns sure as
gun, upset the old House that Jack built
Boston Courier.