The Gamblers

In our reckless early days,
In the glad and mad spring weather,
We gambled, he and I,
And laid our stakes together.
I have nothing now to lose,
Of what once belonged to me,
Save the grass above my graves,
And my graves beside the sea.

In those light and frolic days
I met all loss with scorn,
For my purse was full of hope,
And the world shone bright at morn.
I have nothing now to lose,
Of what once belonged to me,
Save the grass above my graves,
And my graves beside the sea.

I have thrown my latest stake,
No niggard was I born,
He has swept his winnings in,
And repays me with his scorn!
I have nothing, nothing left,
Of what once belonged to me,
Save the grass above my graves,
And my graves beside the sea.