  In the mighty game of life, Stand pat! Don't be moved by storm or strife, Stand pat! Keep within your heart a song, And the days will not be long, Till you conquer every wrong,— Stand pat, stand pat! Don't be bluffed by this or that,— Stand pat! Half the howls are chitter-chat,— Stand pat! When you hold the ruling hand You are always in command, And you'll surely beat the band.— Stand pat, stand pat! There's no need to draw or fill, Stand pat! Play your cards to make a kill, Stand pat! Back your last chip while he plays Till the chump no longer stays,— Stand pat, stand pat! There's a stack of reds and blues, Stand pat! For the chap that knows their use, Stand pat! When the game is o'er and won Are the stakes that urged us on, God will cash our chips at dawn,— Stand pat, stand pat! |
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