| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | The Tweed Ring, 1868 | | Anonymous |
| | | THE GREAT Moguls of Gotham! their proud purses | |
| Grow with the rich man’s spoil and poor man’s curses; | |
| With a firm grasp on ev’ry pocket, they | |
| Build fanes for which the servile people pay. | |
| The Rich and Poor they plunder as they will— | 5 |
| The more the people howl the more they steal; | |
| Millions on millions to their minions fling, | |
| And make all rich who battle for the Ring. | |
| As on a foe upon New York they forage, | |
| Whose people stand it patiently—with courage. | 10 |
| Meanwhile the City debt by millions grows, | |
| And what it is no human being knows, | |
| Nor will, till Tweed lets Connolly declare | |
| The mighty load the patient people bear. | |
| The money which at Albany does work— | 15 |
| Comes from the tax-afflicted of New York; | |
| The feather ravished from that well-plucked mart, | |
| Wings the sharp arrow to her bleeding heart! | |
| A bold Triumvirate now masters all,— | |
| Chief consuls, Sweeney, Tweed, and Oakey Hall,— | 20 |
| The World’s Emporium, soon to be, | |
| Sleeps in the throttles of this ruthless Three. | | | | |
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