The Game of Cards

As I walked out on a midsummer’s morn
To view the fields and the meadows so gay
There I saw a sweet pretty damsel
As I was walking on the highway

And he said, ‘My dear how far are you going?
How far are you going so early in the morn?’
‘I’m going down to my next-door neighbour
Down in Crompton where I was born.’

‘Dear are you fond of games?
There’s one of yours I should
Like for to learn.’

Then they picked the pack for each turn to deal
He dealt no trump tricks off but a Jack

‘Oh, let it go my way
Today.’

She played off her acе, stole jack from me
Made shе high low jack
And the game

‘Young man, as I have fairly beat
We’ll play that same game over again.’

‘Young lady, as you have fairly beat
We’ll play that same game over again.’

‘And if you can find the luck to win
We’ll raise the stakes, to all or nothing.’

Then he picked up his hat and bid her good morn
So she said she was high low jack and the game
Said ‘Young man if you’ll call again tomorrow
We’ll play that same game over again.’