Bleeders, Part II

It may not be Harry Lauder, but any medley ought, I think, to end with a rousing rendition of Loch Lomond:

The wee bonnie banks are now food for the worms,
While the big, braw banks grow the stronger.
The Anchor and Dime are forgotten banking terms;
Even Manny Hanny Banks are no longer.

They pay us the low rates and charge us the high rates;
The pirates are rich, and no wonder!
But me and my banker have not been introduced,
Since the bonnie little banks have gone under.

Lyric © 2005 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov