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If youthful lassies draw the eight of spades, They’ll toy away their time with amorous blades.

If a doctor, lawyer, quaker, or priest, Should fix on this card but his hand, The conjuror swears, and he swears ’tis not, That some rogues will be found in the land.

The lass who gets this unlucky, hated card, A shrivelled maid shall die, which you think hard,

How often does fortune bring opposites What brings bliss to man, to a woman brings woe.

Pretty lady young and fair, Always bright and debonair, Life with you will sweetly glide, And you’ll be a happy bride.

You the happy man will prove, Who obtains the lady’s love.

If this knave you should obtain, Put him in the pack again, For the rascal brings all kinds of news, Such as you would never choose.

Of all the cards throughout the pack,
 * No worse to man can come;

His wife shall stun him with her clack, And make him hate his home.