1 W—stl—nd, the bank–note man, Holding the Treasury keys, Promised to 'pay the bearer' Eighty crores of rupees, And C—lv—n was caught up to Allahabad –Valhallahabad of L.G.'s. 2 W—stl—nd, the bank–note man, Proved in a lucid way Nobody ought to be wrath if Government couldn't pay; And C—lv—n leaned from the bar of Heaven and cheered him on to the fray. 3 W—stl—nd, the bank–note man, Served up the usual hash, Added a grain of salt, and Drew pro-notes for the cash; Devastating the P——r with seven columns of trash. 4 . A scrape from the golah's mouth- A tea cupful of the brine— A crutch and a stay and we pull through the day, And blunder along the line, While Krishna W—stl—nd tootles his flute to C—lv—n's starveling kine. 5 W—stl—nd, the bank–note man, Trusting to Time and Chance, Tinkered the leak with a kerosine-can In the name of paraffinance; And C—lv—n lighted a hurricane lamp to shine on the dreary dance. 6 . Knaust where we lack the nous— Thora mutti–ki–tel— A pinch and a shift and away we drift With a dying wind in the sail; But what shall we do when the cruize is run and the last, least catspaws fail? 7 Here is a study in oils— Naught in the world could be fairer W—stl—nd making his Bearer pay, Instead of 'paying the bearer', And an Empire starting a bunnia's shop, as the pice grow rarer and rarer.
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