This sleight of hand my _flat_ shall _land_
While _covered_ by my _bonnet_,[104]
I _plant_ my ball, and boldly call,
Come make your game upon it!
Thus rat-a-tat!
I land my flat!
'Tis black--not red--is winning.
At gay _roulette_ was never met
A lance like mine for _bleeding_!
I'm ne'er _at fault_, at nothing halt,
All other _legs_ preceding.
To all awake,
I never shake
A _mag_[105] unless I nip it.
_Blind-hookey_ sees how well I squeeze
The _well-packed_ cards in shuffling.
Ecarté, whist, I never missed,
A nick the _broads_[106] while ruffling.
Mogul or loo,
The same I do,
I am down to trumps as trippet!
_French hazard_ ta'en, _I nick the main_,
Was ne'er so prime a _caster_.
No _crabs_ for me, I'm fly, d'ye see;
The bank shall change its master.
Seven _quatre_, _trois_,
The stakes are high!
Ten _mains_! ten _mains_ are mine, pals!
At _Rouge et Noir_, you _hellite_[107] choir
I'll make no bones of stripping;
One glorious _coup_ for me shall _do_,
While they may deal each _pip_ in.
_Trente-un-après_
Ne'er clogs my way;
The game--the game's divine, pals.
At billiards set, I make my bet,
I'll _score_ and win the _rub_, pals;
I miss my _cue_, my _hazard_, too,
But yet my foe I'll drub, pals.
That _cannon-twist_,
I ne'er had missed,
Unless to suit my views, pals.
To make all right, the match look _tight_,
This trick, you know, is done, pals;
But now be gay, I'll _show_ my play--
Hurrah! the game is won, pals.
No hand so fine,
No wrist like mine,
No odds I e'er refuse, pals.
Then choose your game; whate'er you name,
To me alike all offers;
Chic-hazard, whist, whate'er you list,
Replenish quick your coffers.
Thus, rat-a-tat!
I _land_ my _flat_!
To every purse I _speak_, pals.
_Cramped boxes_ 'ware, all's right and fair,
_Barred balls_ I _bar_ when goaded;
The deuce an ace is out of place!
The deuce a die is _loaded_!
Then make your game,
Your color name;
Success attend the _Greek_, pals.
"Bravo, Jerry--bravissimo!" chorused the party.
"And now, pals, farewell!--a long farewell!" said Dick, in a tone of
theatrical valediction. "As I said before, the best friends must
separate. We may soon meet again, or we now may part forever. We cannot
command our luck; but we can make the best of the span allotted to us.
You have your game to play. I have mine. May each of us meet with the
success he deserves."
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