Whate'er your cards it matters not,
This is no time for grinning;
For trust me, friend, you havn't got
The slightest CHANCE OF WINNING.
Don't fancy you are deep enough,
Tho' fool and rogue no doubt;
You'll find you were not UP TO SNUFF,
When these have cleaned you out.
And when you mourn your blunt all gone,
This truth will soon be known;