THE King of Clubs he often drubs
His loving queen and wife.
The Queen of Clubs returns his 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.
The Diamond King I fain would sing,
And likewise his fair queen,
But that the knave, a haughty slave,
Must needs step in between.
"Good Diamond King, with hempen string
This haughty knave destroy!
Then may your queen, with mind serene,
Your royal love enjoy".
The King of Spades he kissed the maids,
Which grieved 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 vowed she'd strike no more.
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