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Then who can name So merry a game, As the game of all games — high toby?

Believe me, there is not a game, my brave boys,

To compare with the game of high toby;

No rapture can equal the tobyman’s joys,

To blue devils, blue plumbs87 give the go-by; And what if, at length, boys, he come to the crap!88 Even rack punch has some bitter in it, For the mare-with-three-legs89, boys, I care not a rap, ’Twill be over in less than a minute.