Parody work in progress – New lyrics for the 1833 song: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

(Link to song music, and lyrics I have been using.)

God rest ye merry, congressmen

Let no Page go unplayed

Remember, the Proles your saviour

Are born everyday

To save you all from Bank Failures

and stocks gone astray

O tidings of silver and gold

Silver and Gold

O tidings of silver and gold.

In back rooms, in Secret,

This Cash Cow was born

And laid the Yoke of debt

Upon even your unborn

To which the Founding Fathers

Would decry in scorn

O tidings of silver and gold

Silver and Gold

O tidings of silver and gold.