I’ve received from you the glittering trash
Known to mere mortals by the name of cash
Four heads in argent newly from the Mint,
Each worth three shillings, or the deuce is in’t
For in the circle of the civic crown
Is the fair legend place, to make it known.
Potosi’s gnomes bestow’d the shining ore
Which busy kelpies brought to Albion’s shore,
Swift flew the vessel o’er the dangerous seas
While convoy sylphs were floating on the breeze.
Old Vulcan and the Salamandrine race
Then gave the metal all its sterling grace,
To me it came by friendly fairy’s hands
And here’s receipt in full of all demands.