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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 sure the Sailor he was bless'd,

with plenty, joy, and pleasure.