H 42 You Must Hold a Card 
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Sung To The Tune Of Any

        A PROTEST

Once on my travels I saw a fine town
With oak and with laurel all girded around
But the gatekeeper will not take copper or tin
You must hold a card to get in.

Chorus: For you must hold a card to dance on the greensward,
You must hold a card if you would wield a sword
You must hold a card to sing with the bard
And you must hold a card to be buried in the yard.

There are merchants and tumblers and people who sing
But you must hold a card ere you buy anything
There are hares, boars and pheasants and all kinds of meat
But you must hold a card for to eat.

There's flirting and games that take your cash away
But you need a card 'fore you'd ogle or play.
There's jobs going spare if you run out of gold
But first 'tis a card you must hold.

This card? You can have one full soon in your power
Just pay sixty ducats at the ivory tower.
But this poor minstrel has but a pence to her name
So I must opt out of this game.

So fare ye well, O ye city so fair
I am gone away to the town over there
Where the people all dance, sing and feast just as hard
But nobody carries a card.

And you don't need a card to dance on the greensward
You don't need a card if you would wield a sword
You don't need a card to sing with the bard
And you don't need a card to be buried in the yard.