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Oldest Editor Recalls Origin Of Traditional Poker Game

You catch your third fat ace,

And your mind is in a jolly, jolly frame;

But three aces have no uses

When the next man has four deuces,

But you carry on the Same Old Game.

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With four diamonds in your hand

You're apt to think you stand

Some chance of laying to the pot a claim,

But Ay! there comes the rub,

For the card you draw's a club,

But you carry on the Same Old Game.

In the days now far ahead,

When some of us are dead

And the rest on gouty feet are hobbling lame,

We shall sit and sadly muse

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