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44798	Aytoun, William Edmondstoune	The Book of Ballads Eleventh Edition, 1870			.txt	text/plain	30090	1413	85	The Queen was sitting at the cards, The King ahint her back; And aye she dealed the red honours, And aye she dealed the black; And syne unto the dourest Prince She spak richt courteouslie;-- Now will ye play, Lord Admiral, Now will ye play wi' me? The dourest Prince he bit his lip, And his brow was black as glaur; The only game that e'er I play Is the bluidy game o' war! And gin ye play at that, young man, It weel may cost ye sair; Ye'd better stick to the game at cards, For you'll win nae honours there! Saw Jack Sheppard, noble stripling, act his wondrous feats again, Snapping Newgate's bars of iron, like an infant's daisy chain.	cache/44798.txt	txt/44798.txt
