Posted by Courier Editors on January 23, 1999 at 21:10:54:
In Reply to: the Traders' Tango & the English Elegy posted by Dutch Trader on January 23, 1999 at 10:34:19:
: : To the Dutch Trader:
: : If it has been your design to cease hostilities by the mere publication of "ditties", well I can say that the power of words to sooth has always proven to be more effectual that guns and tomohawks. However, it must be the RIGHT words, and I must also say that your obvious disregard of certain OTHER TRADERS who are members of Mohicanland has probably done more harm than good in ceasing hostilities. Let it be known that I, for one (and what does my dear Otto Mani Trader say?) take very strong offense to your obvious oversight.
: : Yours, as always,
: : English Trader
: Hmmm... I can see that this does bother thee.... My sincere apologeeee.... with this ditty, just for thee???
: Elegy for the English Trader!
: Oh esteemed trader of exquisite tea
: I see, I have offended thee
: I hope to soothe your anger, and there is more
: I hope you will be trading till you're sore
: I have not forgotten you, oh dear ET
: But you have never shared your tea with me
: Would you consider me a partner if I swore
: I hope we'll all trade till we're sore
: English Trader, bear with me
: Is cooperation still a possibility?
: I would welcome four, five or more
: Do we not all want trading till we're sore?
: ET, accept my humble apology
: I did not mean to counter thee
: Honestly, I long for nothing more
: But all of us trading till we're sore?
: With the highest regards,
Esteemed Traders of Old Amsterdaam & York,
We have never heard, nor seen, more eloquent verse or gesture offered than that we have witnessed here today. You have beseeched us to treat with you in such magnificent a manner that we would be deaf if we were to refuse your plea. Please accept our humble apologeeee if we have once offended thee. We do propose on bended knee that we now form a confederacy.
Consider thee possibility; Not one, not two, nor even three, but five Traders in our new found League. Sugar, salt, and English Tea; We now be a monopoly. Control of all thee markets free; We'd rule the ports and own the seas. We'll crush all peddlers we might see; For such will our new powers be.
Consider that, we do now plea; Respected Traders, what say thee?
Oh, Dutch Trader, there's one thing more. Must we trade until we're sore?
With highest regards,
The Courier Editors
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