The Bold Gambling Boy

I saddled my horse and away I ride
Till I come to an alehouse by the roadside
Caught for a mug of beer frothing and brown
And by the fireside I sat myself down
Singing whack fol the day, whack fol the day
And in my pocket I’d one penny
I’ve seen two gentlemen playing at dice
And they took me to be a simple espy
With me cane and silk handkerchief showing so bold
They thought my pockets was lined with gold
Singing whack fol the day, whack fol the day
And in my pocket I’d one penny
They said, «Come my bold fellow, would you like to play?»
«That depends on the stakes, gentleman, that you lay.»
And one said, «A guinea!», but I said, «Five pound!»
The bet it was taken, no money laid down
Singing whack fol the day, whack fol the day
And in my pocket I’d one penny
I took up the dice and I threw 'em a main
It was my good fortune that evening to gain
If they had a-won, well, they could have cursed
When all I threw in was me empty old purse
Singing whack fol the day, whack fol the day
And in my pocket I’d one penny
I stayed there all night and I left there next day
Thinks I to myself I’ll be jogging away
I asked the landlady what was me bill
«Oh, naught but a kiss of your lips if you will.»
Singing whack fol a day, whack fol a day
And in me pocked I’d five pound free