The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-06-13
E-roya ne NetO York Evening Post
We Ancient Ballad Of ye stOckbrOker.

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We Ancient Ballad OF ye stockbroker.
CANTo l.
I.-Inrod.,oino ye Stockbrokcr 20 ve Reader Ms
notice.
It is We swellie Stock6roker,
iOllie man is he;
We sweet Habana weed he smokes,
And driDkes right merrilie.
u-Showino hoto nc RUeth on pc Jat ofye ldndi.
Delmonico his restaurant
This mighty man knowes well,
And many a bake OF ye sodden CAKE
To him for gold doth sell
III-And how he 0rfndeth ye face Of ye poor.
ON stooles high his clerSies ply
The quill and slinge ye inke,
But little recks he of their miserie,
Nor doth of their travail tnlnke.
I'VE Broker-his menials
He sitteth In his odyce derke,
And hirelyngs TO hym bringe
Newes of ye Stockbroker his Boaru,
And tales of their deallnge'
V.-Sho,Dino ho,O, pu6ed up by his oaon conoett ne
goeth Gorfh 10 me Tirlieits OF re Mdnlnlon Of IN
Sf0hteo1Sness-ye stock JECohan0e-there oSPec~-
tate ir ye Stipperte Stoc@s .,..,
And when We cunnnge wight he thinks,
Ye little "point" he knowes,
Into We Stockbrolxer his Board
Full waTile he goes.
VI.-And shotDing ho,o cruelty he Is deceived 6y,
designing co,AlSeIiorS, tUho make 6uH ana toot
Of ye broker.
Full oft ye point" to hym Will prove
hollow mockerie ,,,,,,,
He sells ye stocks and hnds he's solu,
And pauper forth goes me-
VII.-Ye Broker his tOdys and means.
Then comes ye verdant Customer
And tells his shekels o'er;
Sure as you live, my wordes give,
He sees them never more.
yIII-Shotoing ho,O pc Speculator Hro,Os his bread
on ye troubled lUdterS Of pc Pool, and hoi0 IL re
hpTneth not TO him again.
For well ye broker loves to mako
OF their fat purse ye Pool"
Wherein who Will his moneye throw,
Certes, he is q fool.
IX-And hoiO Ye Broker giUeth account ofye SpecL
ldtOT his miSSiJlge margins"
And of We dreadful Corner" then
To hym ye Broker blowes,
When II ye wretch be 'shorp' OF stocks,
Quick to the wall he goes.
CANTo II.
I-ShOwin0 ye ldmentable factions into lUhich ne
foolish Stockbyoke,S are dt0ded by great gain and
tltrlTte.
Now listen We to the mimic fight
Wherein with clamorous rage,
To make ye turn" and moneye earn,
Ye Brokers they engage.
u.-HigM ye Bulls and ye Bears
In mutual strife this noisie crew
These bestial titles own
'Yclept ye "BuuS," who'd put stock up.
Ye Bears" who pull them down.
II.--Sho,Oingho,0 ge Bear doth 1oue calamity and
nltsere, and hooO he Jeedeth on ye country tstOoe.
Now when ye "Bear" wots of ye Var
This knave he chuckleth well;
And miserie well loveth he,
For then is time to sell.
IV.-Sho,ctng hOlo ye Bun otttinses gets spanked.
For on ye Panic" thrive ye Bears
They strive, this griesley pack,
By piling up the washed sales
TO break ye Bull his back.
V,-Feeltng Of ye BulI, and ho,O, ,Ohen there is
nau0ht TO fear, he toaTeth bold.
Ye Bull he feedeth on the hope
OF better days to come;
And whom richesse doth people bless,
wot his gaines are some,
VI-And hotO ye Bear Is sometimes cruelty 6ataT
For then in gentle courtesy
Ye Bulls, full bold, propose
To make of stocks ye little ring,
To twist ye Bear his nose.
CANTo III.
IShOtVing hOlU there is tibuLdtiOn and caLanlitieS
tOye ST ck6rOker.
Naytheless his share ofanguish sore
This foXie childe hath hee,
That wrings ye Stockbroker his herte,
And causes miserie.
I.-And ye la,nentatton therefor
For much he feares ye "ti0ht MARKER
When moneye there is none:
When all ye street in grief doe meet,
And maken piteots none
uI.-Ye Broker his Joe
And, woe this jollie Flnanceer
He hath an enemie,
Who by foul stealth purloins his wealth.
Parde, wretch is he!
IV.-Shoioing ye miles Of ye goddess impecuniouS
kndUeye Street Operator.
1t is ye miscreant "Ctr6 Stone Malr
Who on ye street doth stay;
VINO buys ye Stockbroker his stocks,
Then "buSts" ana cannot pay!
CANTo w, EFT ULT.
Holding up to E1Uyye StockbToker his loI
Now who'd not bee ye Stockbroker
And live in Jollie Ease,
To play with other men their meanes
And their fat pockets squeeze?