Game of All Fours
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As I was a walkin' from Broadway to Glasgow
As I was a walkin' one fine summer's day
Who should I meet but a fair pretty damsel
As we were walkin' all on the highway
I said, "Where are you goin', my fair pretty damsel
Where are you goin' all on the highway?"
She said, "I'm a-goin' away up to Glasgow
Can I walk with you all on the highway?"
Well, we walked and we talked on together
'Til we came to an old elder tree
There we sat down and I sat down beside her
And that's how I come now, Jack, I loathe the game
I said, "My young lady, are you fond of gaming
For I know a game I am sure you could learn
The game it is called, well, the game of all-fours now"
I took out my pack and I played the first turn
Well, she cut the cards and she dealt out the pack then
I threw the deuce and then she threw the queen
She led off her ace and she stole me jack from me
And that's how she come now, Jack, I loathe the game
She says, "Will you play a bit longer?"
"Oh, no, I am weary and tired as well"
But I said, "Young lady, well, I'll let you beat me
If we can play that game over again"
"Oh, will you be this way tomorrow
Or will you be here, love, all on the highway?"
"I promise you that I will be here tomorrow
And so we can play the game over again"
As I was a walkin' from Broadway to Glasgow
As I was a walkin' one fine summer's day
'Twas there that I met with a fair pretty damsel
As we were walkin' all on the highway