Classic Poem

Up my lads, and lift the ledgers, sleep and ease are o'er.
Hear the Stars of Morning shouting: ‘Two and Two are Four’.
Though the creeds and realms are reeling, though the sophists roar,
Though we weep and pawn our watches, Two and Two are Four.

and . . . for times of financial crisis and courage—

“There's a run upon the Bank—
Stand away!
For the Manager's a crank and the Secretary drank,
and the Upper Tooting Bank
Turns to bay!

Stand close: there is a run
On the Bank.
Of our ship, our royal one, let the ringing
legend run,
that she fired with every gun
Ere she sank.

. . . the specimen verse of the Post-Office Hymn ran thus:

“O'er London our letters are shaken like snow,
Our wires o'er the world like the thunderbolts go,
The news that may marry a maiden in Sark,
Or kill an old lady in Finsbury Park.”
Chorus (with a swing of joy and energy):
“Or kill an old lady in Finsbury Park.”