A BULL.
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NE day, no matter where or when, Except ’twas after some Hibernian revel, For why? an Irishman is ready then “To play the Devil”— A Pat, whose surname has escaped the Bards, Agreed to play with Nick a game at cards. The stake, the same that the old Source of Sin From German Faustus and his German Cousins Had won by dozens; The only one in fact he cares a pin To win. By luck or roguery of course Old Nick Won ev’ry trick: The score was full, the last turn-up had done it— “Your soul—I’ve won it!” “It’s true for you I’ve lost that same,” Said Pat a little hazy in his wits— “My soul is yours—but come, another game— Double, or quits!”
