By lot their partners gentlemen choose,
And then kindly treat them, win or lose,
Present your left arm with smiles and grace,
And escort your lady to her place.
On the first table place a small bell,
And when all are ready ring it well,
The ladies now cut for woe or weal,
And the lowest card takes the first deal.
Shuffle them well, let right neighbor cut,
Fair play’s a jewel, truth’s eyes are shut,
Deal three cards to each the first time round,
Then two the next time, that’s fair and sound.
Turn up the trump so all can see it,
Those at left in turn, pass or play it;
When the trump is named be sharp and still,
Do not underrate your neighbor’s skill.
Remember this is honest euchre,
And played for sport, not filthy lucre,
No true gentleman, or lady sweet,
Will play unfair, or stoop to cheat.
The right is boss, the left’s his brother,
And the good old ace a kindly mother,
The king comes next, now king indeed,
And even the queen you often need.
Jack is a knave, make the best of him,
And when not bower all detest him;
But there are times when jack is master,
And then his foes meet with disaster.
The little cards you should not despise,
For they sometimes help to win the prize;
Watch sharply the game and win with suit,
Whenever you can fairly do it.
Three tricks count one point, a march counts two,
And euchre counts the same for you;
When you are sure to make one or more,
Play it alone and try to make four.
When five points are made at table one,
That ends one game and then all are done;
The winners go one table higher,
But those that lose go to the lower.
All change partners and the game proceeds,
And the manager records your deeds,
These frequent changes as you advance,
Give the poorer players a fair chance.
’Tis not a game for spoils or treasure,
But a social game just for pleasure,
And if by good luck one wins the day,
Don’t condemn the man nor spurn the play.
Three hour’s play is plenty long enough,
For the feeble ones and for the tough,
When the time has expired look and see,
Who the best players have proved to be.
To the first lady give a small prize,
And the first gentleman treat likewise,
A second prize is by some awarded,
The booby prize should be discarded.
A simple lunch is now provided
By hosts who may have so decided;
But refreshments are not in the game,
And all are free to omit the same.
Now put on your hats and bid adieu
To the gen’rous host that welcomed you,
Favors accepted you may have learned,
Should at the proper time be returned.
With happy hearts now seek your own hearth,
And kindly feel towards all on earth,
Remembering to always treasure
The game that brings you health and pleasure.
THE WINNER.
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