A New game at Cards.
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The three Nimble Shuffling Cheaters.
To a pleasant new tune, Or, what you please.
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YOu Gallants all that love to play,
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At Cards to pass the time away,
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I will tell you a new game,
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If you will please to learn the same,
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Such a game you have not seen,
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Play with all the Knaves without King or Queen
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There were three cheaters met together,
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To see if they could cheat each other,
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The first was an Irish-man so hot,
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The second was a cheating Scot,
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The third an English-man so round,
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Yet he would play for an English Crown,
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The game it was so strange yet true
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The standers by as ner yet knew,
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How the game was to be plaid,
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Or how the Cards were cut and laid,
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For there was a secret in the thing,
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That the Knave of Clubs should beat the King,
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The Irish-man began the game,
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But knew not how to play the same,
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But quarrelled with the English-man,
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For holding the Cards so under-hand
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For he did not know the thing,
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That the Knave of Clubs should be above the King
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The Scotch-man hebegan to deal,
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He shuffled and cut and away did steal,
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The King then from the English-man,
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Then many thought the game was done,
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For he did not know the thing,
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That the Knave should be above the King.
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The English-man was at a stand,
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To see the King in the Scotch mans hand,
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Then he began to cast about,
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What he must do to fetch him out,
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He thought that mony must do the thing,
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And make the Knave to be above the King.
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THe Scotch-man like a cheating Knave,
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when he knew what mony he should have
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Like a clown he cast him back,
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Under the Knave into the pack,
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And by this meanes he thought to win,
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When he pla[i]d the game no King no King.
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The English-man was greatly glad,
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When the King again in hand he had,
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He cockt his Beaver and did jump,
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Because the Knaves of Clubs was trump,
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Now quoth he Im sure to win.
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I know the knave of clubs will beat the King
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Four Country-men then plaid about,
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For joy the King was quite left out,
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Quoth one observe with due regards.
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The Knave is master of the Cards,
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And we rejoyce now at this thing,
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And glad they were they had left out the King.
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We care not for the King a pin,
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If by the Krave we thrive and win,
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For tis well known and justifyd.
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We ever lovd the strongest side.
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They all rejoycd now at this thing,
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And glad they were they had left out the King
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A Gun-man gave a mighty crack,
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To see the King out of the pack,
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And said your knave of Clubs ith end,
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When all is done must stand our friend,
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And I rejoyce now at this thing,
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That you kind friends have quite left out the King
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The knave of clubs as you him call,
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Shall one day win the love of all,
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Those that abuse him and his Banners,
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Weel beat them into better manners,
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But I rejoyce now at this thing
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That you kind friends have qui[t]e left out the King.
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