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192 THE GAMESTER. |
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Of natives free born, who loud echoing sing, " We'll support our just rights 'gainst tyrannic kings !"
Caral-laddy—caral-laddy, &c.
George the Third she disowns and his proud lordly cheats, His murdering legions and half-famish'd fleets ; To the Jerseys sneak'd off, with fear quite dismay'd, Although they much boasted, that fighting's their trade.
Our just rights to assert, hath the Congress oft tried, Whose wisdom and strength our opponents deride, And still madly in rage their weak thunders are hurl'd, To bring us on our knees and to bully the world.
Too haughty to yield, yet too weak to withstand, They skulk to their ships and leave us the firm land; In dread lest they share what Jack Burgoyne did feel, And the game be quite lost, as poor Jack had lost deal.
Jack, thinking of cribbage, all fours, or of put, With a dexterous hand, he did shuffle and cut, And when likely to lose—like a sharper they say— Did attempt to renege—I mean, run away. |
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