HAVE you not seen, my gentle squire,
The humours of our kitchin fire?
Says  to  — I lead a spade;
Why don't ye play? — the girl's afraid —
Play something — any thing — but play —
'Tis but to pass the time away.
Pho! how she stands — biting her nails —
As tho' she play'd for half her vails —
Sorting her cards, haggling and picking —
We play for nothing, do us, chicken?
That card will do — blood! — never doubt it —
'Tis not worth while to  about it.