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Dear Mr Pierpont Morgan	A
I hasten to give you a hearty British welcome	B
Come to my arms	C
I am in the Trust line myself	D
That is to say I used to be	E
Before people started putting up announcements	F
To the effect that	G
Poor Trust is dead	H
Bad pay killed him	I
Some day an I mistake not Mr Morgan	A
Your Trust will die	J
All Trusts are grass	K
Ponder it	L
I am a political economist and I know	M
Meanwhile I am very pleased to think	N
That we have amongst us a man of your financial prowess	O
And purchasing power	P
There is a certain class of British person	A
Who apparently goes in bodily fear of you	Q
That class of person has groaned loudly over your steel exploit	R
And he has groaned loudlier still	S
Over your purchase of the Leyland Line of Steamships	O
To groan over a fair deal of any kind	T
Appears to me my dear Mr Pierpont Morgan	A
To be an entirely stupid proceeding	U
Nobody can come to grief by selling things	O
Providing they sell them at the right price	O
You have bought the Leyland Line of Steamships	O
I see no reason why you should not buy all the other lines	O
If you want them and have the wherewithal to pay for them	V
For in the long run everything comes to him who vends	O
You buy my steamships or my steelworks	O
Or for that matter my caller herrin'	A
I take your money I put it in your bank	W
And live sumptuously on the interest	X
You have all the trouble	Y
Inasmuch as you have to rake up the interest	X
I sit at home and enjoy myself	D
You scheme and scheme and scheme and scheme and scheme and scheme and scheme	Z
I am happy	E
I hope you are	A2
Between ourselves I should not tremble	Y
If you bought up Great Britain and Ireland especially Ireland	B2
And all that in them is	O
Providing always as I have said before	C2
That you paid the price	O
Indeed I hope to live to see the day	D2
When Englishmen will cease to toil and spin	A
And derive their incomes	O
Wholly and solely from American dividends	O
Fools buy things my dear Mr Pierpont Morgan	A
Wise men sell them	V
That is particularly true	Q
When the article involved happens to be poetry	E
Nevertheless as you appear to be in a buying frame of mind	T
I take this opportunity of informing you	Q
That I have at my villa at Hindhead	T
A large and varied stock	E2
Of sonnets odes rhymes jingles and what not	T
Which I am prepared to sell at an enormous sacrifice	O
My price to you for the lot would be	E
Fifteen Million Dollars	O
If you care to deal I undertake to melt your cheque	E2
At your own bank	E2
And to invest the proceeds in any concerns	O
In which you happen to be interested	T
So that you would not only get the poetry	E
But also your money back again	A
This at any rate is how it seems to me	E
Vale	F2

Thomas William Hodgson Crosland

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