Which I wish to remark,
And my
language is plain,
That for ways that are dark
And for
tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar,
Which the
same. I would rise to explain.
Ah Sin was his name;
And I shall
not deny,
In regard to the same,
What that
name might imply;
But his smile it was pensive and childlike,
As I
frequent remarked to Bill Nye.
It was August the third,
And quite
soft was the skies;
Which it might be inferred
That Ah Sin
was likewise;
Yet he played it that day upon William
And me in a
way I despise.
Which we had a small game,
And Ah Sin
took a hand:
It was Euchre. The same
He did not
understand;
But he smiled as he sat by the table,
With a
smile that was childlike and bland.
Yet the cards they were stocked
In a way
that I grieve,
And my feelings were shocked
At the
state of Nye's sleeve,
Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers,
And the
same with intent to deceive.
But the hands that were played
By that
heathen Chinee,
And the points that he made,
Were quite
frightful to see,
Till at last he put down a right bower,
Which the
same Nye had dealt unto me!
Then I looked up at Nye,
And he
gazed upon me;
And he rose with a sigh,
And said,
"Can this be?
We are 'ruined'by Chinese cheap labor,"
And he went for
that heathen Chinee.
In the scene that ensued
I did not
take a hand,
But the floor it was strewed
Like the
leaves on the strand
:With the cards that Ah Sin had been hiding,
In the game
"he did not understand."
In his sleeves, which were long,
He has
twenty-four packs,
Which was coming it strong,
Yet I state
but the facts;
And we found on his nails, which were taper,
What is
frequent in tapers,-that's wax.
Which is why I remark,
And my
language is plain,
That for ways that are dark
And for
tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar,
Which the
same I am free to maintain.
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