Upon the Persian rugs
Carousers take their stand
Fine whiskey in their hands
The rakes are in the halls
The dugs are in t' the yards
As Fortune's lost and won
Upon a deck o cards
Haloo the horse and hounds
The fox and cubs
The gamblers and the rakes
The sporting bloods
Adieu the decks o cards
The dice and dugs
Adieu my luves
And on yer grave
The Ace of clubs
The Earl o Carrick's son
Has penniless become
The whisper's in the hall
Prestonfield must fa
Up Sir William stands
The deck is in his hands
'I stake my house and lands
Upon a single card! '
The portraits on the wall
The ghosties in the hall
The ancestors appalled
Prestonfield will fa
The nobles and the lords,
Auld reekies big and sma
The baronets a craw
Prestonfield will fa
The count picks up the cards
'The word of peers is law
Should I tup your card
Prestonfield will fall'
And with a deadly grin
He cuts the King of Spades
And as Sir William prays
He draws the Ace Of Clubs
Farewell the rakes and bloods
The whooring and the chase
My drinking days are gone
My gambling nights erased
I'll idle in the grounds
Mak follies in the yards
And never will again
Touch a pack o cards
Beneath the chandeliers Upon the Persian rugs Carousers take their stand Fine whiskey in their hands The rakes are in the halls The dugs are in t' the yards As Fortune's lost and won Upon a deck o cards Haloo the horse and hounds The fox and cubs The gamblers and the rakes The sporting bloods Adieu the decks o cards The dice and dugs Adieu my luves And on yer grave The Ace of clubs The Earl o Carrick's son Has penniless become The whisper's in the hall Prestonfield must fa Up Sir William stands The deck is in his hands 'I stake my house and lands Upon a single card! ' The portraits on the wall The ghosties in the hall The ancestors appalled Prestonfield will fa The nobles and the lords, Auld reekies big and sma The baronets a craw Prestonfield will fa The count picks up the cards 'The word of peers is law Should I tup your card Prestonfield will fall' And with a deadly grin He cuts the King of Spades And as Sir William prays He draws the Ace Of Clubs Farewell the rakes and bloods The whooring and the chase My drinking days are gone My gambling nights erased I'll idle in the grounds Mak follies in the yards And never will again Touch a pack o cards Explain Request ×
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