The Banks Three Hundred Years old
So I drink a toast to them,
Though I feel that I’ve been here the most of them.
I remember hand written ledgers,
Sterling shillings and pounds.
Amalgamation, decimalisation –
And lady tellers thin on the ground.
A Banker was a gent in a stiff, collared shirt,
Not a C.S.O. in a tartan skirt!
But in a way not a lot has changed
We do things different
But our aim’s the same.
So into the future we boldly go,
Here’s to another three hundred years or so.
(Submitted by Mary Dawson.)