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'You led the trump,' the old man said / With fury in his eye, / 'And yet you hope my girl to wed! / Young man! your hopes of love are fled, / 'Twere better she should die!
'My sweet young daughter sitting there, / So innocent and plump! / You don't suppose that she would care / To wed an outlawed man who'd dare / To lead the thirteenth trump!