To make a fat bit for themselves.”
Then the cards being call’d for, they play’d,
Till Larry found one of them cheated;
Quick he made a hard rap at his head—
The lad being easily heated,
“So ye chates me bekase I’m in grief!
O! is that, by the Holy, the rason?
Soon I’ll give you to know, you d—d thief!
That you’re cracking your jokes out of sason,
And scuttle your nob[278] with my fist.”