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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	england_n	king_n	time_n	3,137	5	3.6491	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04828	Win at first, lose at last: or, A new game at cards: Wherein the King recovered his crown, and traitors lost their heads. To the tune of; Ye gallants take delight to play.	L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?	1680 (1680)	Wing P3390; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[522]	1,552	2

Win at First lose at Last Or A New Game at Cards Wherein the King recovered his Crown and Traitors lost their Heads To the Tune of Ye Gallants that delight to play YE merry hearts that love to play At Cards see who hath won the day You that once did sadly sing The Knave o' th Clubs hath won the King How more happy times ye have The King hath overcome the Knave The King hath overcome the Knave Not long ago a Game was play'd When three Crowns at the stake was lay'd England had no cause to boast Knaves won that which Kings had lost Coaches gave the way to Carts And Clubs were better Cards than Hearts c. Old Noll was the Knave o' th Clubs And Dad of such as Preach in Tubs Bradshaw Ireton and Pride Were three other Knaves beside And they play'd with half the Pack Throwing out all Cards but Black c. But the just Fates threw these four out Which made the Loyal Party shout The Pope would fain have had the Stock And with these Cards have whip'd his Deck But soon the Devil these Card snatches To dip in Brimstone and make Matches To dip c. But still the sport for to maintain Lambert Haslerige and Vain And one-ey'd Hewson took their places Knaves were better Cards then Aces But Fleetwood he himself did save Because he was More Fool than Knave c. Cromwell though he so much had won Yet he had an unlucky Son He sits still and not regards Whilst cunning Gamesters set the Cards And thus alas poor silly Dick He playd a while but lost the Trick c. The Rumpers that had won whole Towns The spoyls of Martyrs and of Crowns Were not contented but grew rough As though they had not won enough They kept the Cards still in their hands To play for Tithes and Colledge Lands To play c. The Presbyters began to fret That they were like to loose the set Unto the Rump they did appeal And said it was their turns to deal Then dealt the Presbyterians but The Army sware that they will cut The Army sware that they will cut THe Forraign Lands began to wonder To see what Gallants we lived under That they which Christmas did forswear Should follow Gameing all the Year Nay more which was the strangest thing To play so long without a King To play so long without a King The bold Phanaticks present were Like Butlers with their boxes there Not doubting but that every Game Some profit would redound to them Because they were the Gamester's Minions And every day broacht new Opinions c. But Cheshire Men as stories say Began to shew them Gamesters play Brave Booth and all his Army strives To save the stakes or lose their lives But Oh sad fate they were undone By playing of their Cards too soon c. Thus all the while a Club was trump There 's none could ever beat the Rump Until a noble General came And gave the Cheaters a clear slam His finger did out-wit their noddy And screw'd up poor Iack Lamberts body c. Then Hasllrige began to scowl And said the General plaid foul Look to him Partners for I tell ye This Monk has got a King in 's belly Not so quoth Monk but I believe Sir Arthur has a Knave in 's sleeve c. When General Monk did understand The Rump were peeping into 's hand He wisely kept his Cards from sight Which put the Rump into a fright He saw how many were betray'd That shew'd their Cards before they play'd c. At length quoth he some Cards we lack I will not play with half a Pack What you cast out I will bring in And a new Game we will begin With that the standers by did say They never yet saw fairer play c. But presently this Game was past And for a second Knaves were cast All new Cards not stain'd with spots As was the Rumpers and the Scots Here good Gamesters plaid their parts They turned up the King of Hearts c. After this Game was done I think The Standers by had cause to drink And the Loyal Subjects sing Farewel Knaves and welcome King For till we saw the King return'd We Wish'd the Cards had all been burn'd We wish'd the Cards had all been burn'd L. P. FINIS London Printed for Fra. Coles Tho. Vere Io. VVright and Io. Clarke 168●