The Gamblers

In our reckless early days, In the glad and mad spring weather, We gambled, he and I, And laid our stakes together. I have nothing now to lose, Of what once belonged to me, Save the grass above my graves, And my graves beside the sea.

In those light and frolic days I met all loss with scorn, For my purse was full of hope, And the world shone bright at morn. I have nothing now to lose, Of what once belonged to me, Save the grass above my graves, And my graves beside the sea.

I have thrown my latest stake, No niggard was I born, He has swept his winnings in, And repays me with his scorn! I have nothing, nothing left, Of what once belonged to me, Save the grass above my graves, And my graves beside the sea.