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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="522" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 5 -->
<HEAD>Win at Fir&s;t, lo&s;e at La&s;t:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Or, A New Game at Cards: Wherein the King recovered his Crown, and Traitors lo&s;t their Heads.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of; <HI>Ye Gallants that delight to play.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>YE merry hearts that love to play</L>
<L>At Cards, &s;ee who hath won the day,</L>
<L>You that once did &s;adly &s;ing,</L>
<L>The Knave o' th Clubs hath won the King:</L>
<L>How more happy times ye have,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The King hath overcome the Knave;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The King hath overcome the Knave.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not long ago a Game was play'd,</L>
<L>When three Crowns at the &s;take was lay'd,</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> had no cau&s;e to boa&s;t,</L>
<L>Knaves won that which Kings had lo&s;t:</L>
<L>Coaches gave the way to Carts,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>And Clubs were better Cards than Hearts; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Old <HI>Noll</HI> was the Knave o' th Clubs,</L>
<L>And Dad of &s;uch as Preach in Tubs:</L>
<L><HI>Brad&s;haw, Ireton,</HI> and <HI>Pride,</HI></L>
<L>Were three other Knaves be&s;ide:</L>
<L>And they play'd with half the Pack,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Throwing out all Cards but Black; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>But the ju&s;t Fates threw the&s;e four out,</L>
<L>Which made the Loyal Party &s;hout,</L>
<L>The Pope would fain have had the Stock,</L>
<L>And with the&s;e Cards have whip'd his Deck,</L>
<L>But &s;oon the Devil the&s;e Card &s;natches,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To dip in Brim&s;tone and make Matches;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To dip; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;till the &s;port for to maintain,</L>
<L><HI>Lambert, Ha&s;lerige, and Vain,</HI></L>
<L>And one-ey'd <HI>Hew&s;on,</HI> took their places,</L>
<L>Knaves were better Cards then Aces:</L>
<L>But <HI>Fleetwood</HI> he him&s;elf did &s;ave,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Becau&s;e he was More Fool than Knave; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Cromwell,</HI> though he &s;o much had won,</L>
<L>Yet he had an unlucky Son:</L>
<L>He &s;its &s;till and not regards,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t cunning Game&s;ters &s;et the Cards,</L>
<L>And thus alas, poor &s;illy <HI>Dick,</HI></L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>He playd a while; but lo&s;t the Trick; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The Rumpers that had won whole Towns,</L>
<L>The &s;poyls of Martyrs, and of Crowns:</L>
<L>Were not contented but grew rough,</L>
<L>As though they had not won enough;</L>
<L>They kept the Cards &s;till in their hands,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To play for Tithes and Colledge Lands;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To play; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Presbyters began to fret,</L>
<L>That they were like to loo&s;e the &s;et,</L>
<L>Unto the Rump they did appeal,</L>
<L>And &s;aid it was their turns to deal,</L>
<L>Then dealt the Presbyterians, but,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Army &s;ware that they will cut;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Army &s;ware that they will cut.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>THe Forraign Lands began to wonder,</L>
<L>To &s;ee what Gallants we lived under,</L>
<L>That they which Chri&s;tmas did for&s;wear,</L>
<L>Should follow Gameing all the Year:</L>
<L>Nay more, which was the &s;trange&s;t thing,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To play &s;o long without a King;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To play &s;o long without a King.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>The bold Phanaticks pre&s;ent were,</L>
<L>Like Butlers, with their boxes there:</L>
<L>Not doubting but that every Game</L>
<L>Some profit would redound to them:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they were the Game&s;ter's Minions,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>And every day broacht new Opinions; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But Che&s;hire Men (as &s;tories &s;ay)</L>
<L>Began to &s;hew them Game&s;ters play:</L>
<L>Brave <HI>Booth,</HI> and all his Army &s;trives</L>
<L>To &s;ave the &s;takes or lo&s;e their lives:</L>
<L>But Oh &s;ad fate, they were undone,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>By playing of their Cards too &s;oon: &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus all the while a Club was trump,</L>
<L>There's none could ever beat the Rump:</L>
<L>Until a noble General came,</L>
<L>And gave the Cheaters a clear &s;lam:</L>
<L>His finger did out-wit their noddy,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>And &s;crew'd up poor Iack Lamberts body, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Ha&s;llrige</HI> began to &s;cowl:</L>
<L>And &s;aid the General plaid foul:</L>
<L>Look to him Partners, for I tell ye,</L>
<L>This Monk has got a King in's belly:</L>
<L>Not &s;o, quoth <HI>Monk,</HI> but I believe</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Sir Arthur has a Knave in's &s;leeve, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>When General <HI>Monk</HI> did under&s;tand</L>
<L>The Rump were peeping into's hand:</L>
<L>He wi&s;ely kept his Cards from &s;ight,</L>
<L>Which put the Rump into a fright:</L>
<L>He &s;aw how many were betray'd.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>That &s;hew'd their Cards before they play'd, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length, quoth he, &s;ome Cards we lack,</L>
<L>I will not play with half a Pack:</L>
<L>What you ca&s;t out, I will bring in,</L>
<L>And a new Game we will begin:</L>
<L>With that the &s;tanders by did &s;ay,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>They never yet &s;aw fairer play; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>But pre&s;ently this Game was pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And for a &s;econd Knaves were ca&s;t;</L>
<L>All new Cards, not &s;tain'd with &s;pots,</L>
<L>As was the Rumpers and the <HI>Scots:</HI></L>
<L>Here good Game&s;ters plaid their parts,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>They turned up the King of Hearts; &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>After this Game was done, I think:</L>
<L>The Standers by had cau&s;e to drink:</L>
<L>And the Loyal Subjects &s;ing,</L>
<L>Farewel Knaves, and welcome King:</L>
<L>For till we &s;aw the King return'd,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>We Wi&s;h'd the Cards had all been burn'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>We wi&s;h'd the Cards had all been burn'd.</HI></L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>L. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Fra. Coles; Tho. Vere; Io. VVright</HI> and <HI>Io. Clarke,</HI> 168<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">.</P>
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