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 Hast thou got the number eight, Thou wilt be a cuckold great, Females who the same do take, For ever will the truth forsake.

Hast thou got the merry nine, Guineas will thy pocket line, She draws it with her hand, Dies for love or leaves the land.

What the ten? tis very well, None in love can thethee [sic] excel, But the girl who gets the ten, Will be wed, but none knows when.

This fair king of diamonds shews, Thou wilt live where pleasure flows, But when a woman gets the king, Melancholy news she'll sing.

Now the Queen of Diamonds fair, Shews you will some office bear, Woman, if it comes to you, Friends you’ll get and not a few.