But the gardener heard him shout,
And with assistance got him out;
You never saw a boy in such a mess;
In future he will find
Mamma he’d better mind,
Nor again ever cause her such distress.
The queen of hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
The knave of hearts
He stole those tarts,
And with them ran away:
The king of hearts
Call’d for those tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
The knave of hearts
Brought back those tarts,
And said he’d ne’er steal more.
The king of spades
He kiss’d the maids,
Which vex’d the queen full sore;
The queen of spades
She beat those maids,
And turned them out of door:
The knave of spades
Grieved for those jades,
And did for them implore;
The queen so gent,
She did relent,
And vow’d she’d ne’er strike more.
The king of clubs
He often drubs
His loving queen and wife;
The queen of clubs
Returns him snubs,
And all is noise and strife:
The knave of clubs
Gives winks and rubs,
And swears he’ll take her part;
For when our kings
Will do such things,
They should be made to smart.