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The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Epigram on Wood's Brass Money

AN EPIGRAM


ON WOOD'S BRASS MONE.


CARTERET was welcom'd to the shore
First with the brazen cannons roar;
To meet him next the soldier comes,
With brazen trumps and brazen drums;
Approaching near the town, he hears
The brazen bells salute his ears:
But, when Wood's brass began to sound,
Guns, trumpets, drums, and bells, were drown'd.