That capital game which gentlemen love,

Where Harry conquers whenever he plays.

Billiards require grace, agility, skill;

No one without them can hope to excel;

But Harry never did anything ill

That it is manly and right to do well.

In my pretty turn-out with ponies gray,

At a rattling pace to the club I come,

And feel like a queen triumphantly gay,

As I drive my conquering Hero home.

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I like him to play; I like him to win;

I like to wait by the Ocean expanse,

To watch its wild waves come careering in,

In regular order unknown to chance.

I like the scent of the weeds that they bear,

And their rolling sound on the pebbly beach;

I like the touch of the salt-flavour'd air;

There is beauty, pleasure, and health in each.

A little hotel in Bellhaven stands,

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