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The Ghost of Miltiades came at night	A
And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite	A
And he said in a voice that thrill'd the frame	B
If ever the sound of Marathon's name	B
Hath fir'd they blood or flush'd thy brow	C
Lover of Liberty rise thee now	C
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The Benthamite yawning left his bed	A
Away to the Stock Exchange he sped	A
And he found the Scrip of Greece so high	D
That it fir'd his blood it flush'd his eye	D
And oh 'twas a sight to see	E
For never was Greek more Greek than he	E
And still as the premium higher went	A
His ecstas rose so much per cent	A
As we see in a glass that tells the weather	F
The heat and the silver rise together	F
And Liberty sung from the patriot's lip	G
While a voice from pocket whisper'd Scrip	G
The Ghost of Miltiades came again	H
He smil'd as the pale moon smiles through rain	I
For his soul was glad at the patriot strain	I
And poor dear ghost how little he knew	J
The jobs and the tricks of the Philhellene crew	J
Blessings and thanks was all he said	A
Then melting away like a night dream fled	A
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The Benthamite hears amaz'd that ghosts	K
Could be such fools and away he posts	K
A patriot still Ah no ah no	L
Goddess of Freedom thy scrip is low	L
And warm and fond as they lovers are	M
Thou triest their passion when under par	M
The Benthamite's ardour fast decays	N
By turns he weeps and swears and prays	N
And wishes the d l had Crescent and Cross	O
Ere he had been forc'd to sell at a loss	O
They quote thim the Stock of various nations	P
But spite of his classical associations	P
Lord how he loathes the Greek quotations	P
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Who'll buy my Scrip Who'll buy my Scrip	G
Is now the theme of the patriot's lip	G
And he runs to tell how hard his lot is	Q
To Messrs Orlando and Luriottis	Q
And says Oh Greece for Liberty's sake	R
Do buy my Scrip and I vow to break	R
Those dark unholy bonds of thine	S
If you'll only consent to buy up mine	S
The Ghost of Miltiades came once more	T
His brow like the night was lowering o'er	F
And he said with a look that flash'd dismay	U
Of Liberty's foes the worst are they	U
Who turn to a trade her cause divine	S
And gamble for gold on Freedom's shrine	S
Thus saying the Ghost as he took his flight	A
Gave a Parthian kick to the Benthamite	A
Which sent him whimpering off to Jerry	E
And vanish'd away to the Stygian ferry	E

Thomas Moore

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