Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Wager Decided

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The Wager Decided.
Such little hopes I'd always found,
 Of gaining Betsy for my wife,
That I had wagered Dick a pound,
 I should not win her all my life.

But, thanks to heaven! my anxious care
 Is all removed; the knot is tied,
And Betsy—fairest of the fair,
 Consents at length to be my bride.

To Dick, then, as in honour bound,
 Well pleased I hold myself in debt;
Thus, by the oddest luck, 'tis found
 I lose my wager—win my bet.

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