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[Music ]

WHEN Phillida with Jockey play'd at Pam,
The bonny Lad nea whit cou'd heed his Game;
But sighing in his doleful dumps,
Leuk'd at her and lost his Trumps,
Ah! a blither sport was Jockey's chief Aim:
        Those bright Eyes,
        The Loon Heart wounded cries,
Ah welladay, dear Phillida,
Joy, and yet destroy me,
I'se ne'er win by Mournival or blaze,
Or conquering Knave whilst on my Queen I gaze.

Thus Phillida with Beauty, Wit, and Art,
His Money won, who had before his Heart;
  Until the laughing God of Love,
  Pack'd the Cards and made 'em prove,
All combin'd to take poor Jockey's weak part:
        No kind Knave,
        The Charmer now cou'd have,
Her Lover too, Recover'd too,
More than lost before too,
Till to please them love chang'd the wrangling Game,
To Wedlock Joys, and Jockey was her Pam.