A New game at Cards. OR, The three Nimble Shuffling Cheaters.  
To a pleasant new tune, Or, what you please.  
 Two men, one of them holding a spear  

YOu Gallants all that love to play,  
At Cards to pass the time away,  
I will tell you a new game,  
If you will please to learn the same,  
Such a game you have not seen,  
Play with all the Knaves without King or Queen   

There were three cheaters met together,  
To see if they could cheat each other,  
The first was an Irish-man so but,  
The second was a cheating Scot,  
The third an English-man so round,  
Yet he would play for an English Crown,   

The game it was so strange yet true  
The standards by as ne'er yet knew,  
How the game was to be played,  
Or how the Cards were cut and laid,  
For there was a secret in the thing,  
That the Knave of Clubs should beat the King▪   

The Irish-man began the game,  
But knew not how to play the same,  
But quarreled with the English-man,  
For holding the Cards so under-hand  
For he d●d not know the thing,  
Th●t the Knave of Clubs should be above the King   

The Scotch-man he began to deal,  
He shuffled and cut and away d●d steal,  
The King then from the En●lish-man,  
Then many thought the game was done,  
For he did not know the thing,  
That the Knave should be above the King.   

The English-man was at a stand,  
To see the King in the Scotch-mans hand,  
Then he began to cast about,  
What he must do to fetch him out,  
He thought that money must do the thing,  
And make the Knave to be above the King.    

 the devil approaching a group of men holding a globe  

THe Scotch-man like a cheating Knave,  
when he knew what money he should have  
Like a clown he cast him back,  
under the Knave into the pack,  
And by this means he thought to win,  
When he pla●d the game no King no King.   

The English-man was greatly glad,  
When the King again in hand he had,  
He cocked his Braver and did jump,  
Because the Knaves of Clubs was trump,  
Now quoth he I 'm sure to win.  
I know th● knave o● clubs will beat the King   

Fo●r Country-men then played about,  
For j y the King was quiter left out,  
Quoth one observe with due regards.  
The Knave is master of the Cards,  
And we rejo●ce now at this thing,  
And glad they were they had left out the King   

We care not for the King a pin,  
If by the Knave we thrive and win,  
For tis well known and justified.  
We ever loved the stron●est side.  
They all rejoiced now at this thing,  
And glad they were they had left out the King   

A Gun-man gave a mighty crack,  
To see the King cut of the pack,  
And said your knave of Clubs i'th end,  
When all is done must stand our friend,  
And I rejoice now at this thing  
That you kind friends have quiter left out the King   

The knave of clubs as you him call,  
Shall one day win the love of all,  
Those that abuse him and his Banners,  
Wée'l beat them into better manners  
But I rejoice now at this thing.  
That you kind friends have quiter left out the King