A Game Of Cards

A Game Of Cards

"Have you killed a man?"
said the pert young woman.
"One in a duel and three in battle,"
said the soldier with time on his hands.
"The house is cold and the servants all hate me,"
said the little French girl on her own in Windsor.

"Have you killed a girl?"
said the pert young woman.
"I ran down a gypsy once in my carriage."
said the soldier with time on his hands.
"November winds blow grit in my eyes,"
said the little French girl on her own in Windsor.

"I'll write your lines,"
said the pert young woman.
"And I'll stand under the lamp by her window,"
said the soldier with time on his hands.
"Is he not cold out there in the Park?"
said the little French girl on her own in Windsor.

"They are gone to the inn,"
said the pert young woman.
"She has no money and now no honour,"
said the soldier with time on his hands.
"Moon-washed sheets and a cavalry pistol,"
said the little French girl on her own in Windsor.

"Ace of Spades,"
said the pert young woman.
"One-eyed Jack with his nose in the air,"
said the soldier with time on his hands.
Clubs, spades, hearts and diamonds,"
said the little French girl on her own in Windsor.