They bartered for place and we gave it,
We staked for high game and we won,
But their place goes and nothing can save it—
Our day has begun.
When this beggarly bill they conceded
They thought we should ask for no more;
Poor fools! it was all that we needed
To make us more fierce than before:
Now the game is our own and we’ll make it,
Not a hand will we yield, not a trick;