THE FOUR SUITS OF CARDS
 
div
 
We've heard of life compared to numerous things
We've heard of the joy and the sorrow it brings
It's follies, it's vices in many regards
May well be compared for the four suits of cards
Firstly the youth, no future he fears
In love with a penniless maiden he appears
Time flies so swiftly 'neath cupid's soft darts
That at one-and-twenty he finds trumps are hearts

Chorus: Hearts, clubs, diamonds, and spades
Here you have life in it's different shades
That youth is but thoughtless and love only regards
Is seen in this one of the four suits of cards


Father soon hears of his love for the girl
'You know this won't do,Sir The son of an Earl'
Then filled with despair, excitement he seeks
That son you'll find altered before many weeks
Gambling all day and drinking all night
Life for a time seems equally bright
And to this conclusion he speedily jumps
That now he thinks of it, clubs are his trumps

Chorus: Hearts, clubs, diamonds, and spades
Here you have life in it's different shades
That his life is one round of debauched escapades
Is still further seen in the four suits of cards


Expenses get heavy, and one day he's called
To his father's study and there overhauled
'Your cousin you'll marry!' The son gives consent
And soon to her mansion his footsteps are bent
As a matter of business that marriage takes place
Her money saves him from impending disgrace
As gold ah! and jewels further each spendthrift scheme
That diamonds are trumps it would now rally seem

Chorus: Hearts, clubs, diamonds, and spades
Here you have life in it's different shades
That love's out of question, and life but retards
Is still further proved in the four suits of cards


Years have rolled by, and, neglected his wife
Has now passed away to a happier life
That broken-hearted father has long since been dead
His wife's money squandered, and gambling has spread
To his once cherished birthplace and that now has gone
And ruined he stands in the cold light of dawn
One curse, then a shot, and as each echo fades
He's dead and, alas, now trumps truly are spades

Chorus: Hearts, clubs, diamonds, and spades
Here you have life in it's different shades
A hearse passes by which nobody regards
He's played his last trump in the four suits of cards.
 
div
 
Performed by Fred J. Barnes (d. 1918)
 
div
 
 
home spaceA spaceB spaceC spaceD spaceE spaceF spaceG spaceH spaceI spaceJ spaceK spaceL spaceM spaceN spaceO spaceP spaceQ spaceR spaceS spaceT spaceU spaceV spaceW spaceX spaceY spaceZ