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To a game at cards, the Lady then
a looking-glaſs prepared,
Behind her Father's ſhoulders, ſo
the cards were all diſcover'd.

The Sailor won ten thouſand pounds,
at which the old Lord fretted;
The more he loſt, the more and more,
and ten times more he betted,

Till coach and horſes all were gone,
the Sailor brave obtained,
Which griev'd the old Lord to the heart,
and 'gainſt his luck exclaimed.

With a heavy heart he ſhook his head,
and ſaid, I am undone, Sir;
No, no, you have one jewel yet,
that's worth all I have won, Sir ;

I mean your only Daughter dear :
at which the old man ſmiled ;
Againſt her I'll ſtake all I've won;
'tis done the Lord replied.

The Sailor won the Lady too,
and with conſent was married,
And while the old Lord he did live,
with them he dwelt and tarried.

Now he is dead, he doth poſſeſs,
great ſtore of wealth and treaſure,
I'm fure the Sailor he was bleſs'd,
with plenty, joy and pleaſure.

Glasgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1806.

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