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THE "OLD CONCERN." 243
To Vernon go, and thoughtfully
Gaze on yon sacred urn, Then think what caitiffs you must be,
To curse the u Old Concern ! "
You 're rich, because you robbed my till,
And cotton makes you great; You 'd shut up shop against my will,
But cotton you can't eat; And when your negroes run away,
You then, perhaps, will learn It had been wiser far to stay,
And mind the " Old Concern."
When anarchy's dread wings unfurl
Upon that shore so dark, To which ambitious fiends would hurl
Your frail and happy bark, Ah! then, perhaps — but when too late —
You '11 hopelessly discern, How happier was your former state
When in the " Old Concern."
O madmen ! time will surely come When you, in grief, will learn
To taste again the sweets of home, Within the " Old Concern."