Classic Poem

Come all you hustling gamblers,
Who have one dollar to spend.
Tomorrow my pockets will be empty,
I'll be without money or friends.
Just see that pretty girl coming,
With curls all around her head.
I think how well I love her,
And I wish that I was dead.

I'm just a hustling gambler,
I've staked my last red cent.
If fortune goes against me,
My last thin dime is spent.
I'll meet that pretty young damsel,
I'll take her by her hand.
She'll whisper to her mother,
“I love that gamblin' man.”

Come all you hustling gamblers,
Take warning from a friend.
The cards are stacked against you,
You'll come to some bad end.
You may win gold and silver,
Soon it will tarnished be;
And the girl you love forsake you,
As mine forsaken me.