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All In The Family Way. A New Pastoral Ballad.

By Thomas Moore

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(SUNG IN THE CHARACTER OF BRITANNIA.)             "The Public Debt is due from ourselves to ourselves, and resolves             itself into a Family Account."--Sir Robert Peel's Letter.     Tune--My banks are all furnisht with bees.     My banks are all furnisht with rags,         So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;     I've torn up my old money-bags,         Having little or nought to put in 'em.     My tradesmen are smashing by dozens,         But this is all nothing, they say;     For bankrupts since Adam are cousins,--         So, it's all in the family way.     My Debt not a penny takes from me.         As sages the matter explain;--     Bob owes it to Tom, and then Tommy         Just owes it to Bob back again.     Since all have thus taken to owing,         There's nobody left that can pay;     And this is the way to keep going,--         All quite in the family way.     My senators vote away millions,         To put in Prosperity's budget;     And tho' it were billions or trillions,         The generous rogues wouldnt grudge it.     'Tis all but a family hop,         'Twas Pitt began dancing the hay;     Hands round!--why the deuce should we stop?         'Tis all in the family way.     My laborers used to eat mutton,         As any great man of the State does;     And now the poor devils are put on         Small rations of tea and potatoes.     But cheer up, John, Sawney, and Paddy,         The King is your father, they say;     So even if you starve for your Daddy,         'Tis all in the family way.     My rich manufacturers tumble,         My poor ones have nothing to chew;     And even if themselves do not grumble         Their stomachs undoubtedly do.     But coolly to fast en famille,         Is as good for the soul as to pray;     And famine itself is genteel,         When one starves in a family way.     I have found out a secret for Freddy,         A secret for next Budget day;     Tho' perhaps he may know it already,         As he too's a sage in his way.     When next for the Treasury scene he         Announces "the Devil to pay,"     Let him write on the bills, "nota bene,         "'Tis all in the family way."

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About Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore (1779–1852) was an Irish poet, singer, and songwriter best known for "Irish Melodies" (1808–1834), a collection of songs including "The Last Rose of Summer" and "Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms." He was the most popular poet of his era in the British Isles.

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