By furnishing what card he chooses.
Play high, play low, 'tis all in vain.
You'll certainly be DONE again!
And mourn, ere long, Misfortune's gripe,
In loss of grog, and cash, and Wipe—
The last of which, by dex'trous pawing,
A Pot-boy Pug is gently drawing;
While you, intent upon your game,
Are all unconscious of the same.