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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 plumbs give the go-by; And what if, at length, boys, he come to the crap! Even rack punch has some bitter in it, For the mare-with-three-legs, boys, I care not a rap, 'Twill be over in less than a minute!

Chorus.

Then hip, hurrah! Fling care away! Hurrah for the game of high-toby!

[1: the moon] [2: light] [3: highwayman] [4: black horse] [5: sword; pistols] [6: high-way robbery] [7: fleet horse; horse] [8: pocketbook] [9: highwayman] [10: bullets] [11: gallows] [12: gallows]

THE DOUBLE CROSS [Notes] [1834]

[By W. HARRISON AINSWORTH, in Rookwood]