Here you will find the Poem Safe And Sound of poet Ezra Pound
My name is Nunty Cormorant And my finance is sound, I lend you Englishmen hot air At one and three the pound. I lend you Englishmen hot air And I get all the beef While you stalwart sheep of freedom Are on the poor relief. Wot oh! my buxom hearties, What ain't got work no more And don't know what bug is a-bitin' To keep your feelin's sore, There is blokes in automobiles And their necks sunk into fur That keep on gettin' usury To make 'em cosier. I read these fellers puts it Most tidily away And then lends out their printed slips To keep the wolf away From the vaults and combination Safes in Thread and Needle street. I wouldn't 'ave the needle If I had more grub to eat. Oh the needle is your portion, My sufferin' fellow men, Till the King shall take the notion To own his coin again.
