Mother Luck

Lyrics

Name me my position Put my fist into the breach Many are but visitors To the language that we teach Cut my nose off, spite my cloth Persecute the weak I am just a normal guy Leave me room to speak Here's to Mother Luck You know she's acting rather funny But I have always seen her In the land of milk and honey Here comes old Disraeli With his top hat in his hand Begging for forgiveness As he strides along the Strand Take a step down Maiden Lane Stop for lunch at Rules We can play the game And talk like anybody's fools The Prince of Wales and Lily Langtry Used the private room Peer into the shadows You may see them in the gloom Take my place among The many pictures on the wall Three hundred years of history Are like as not to fall Some walk like Charlie Chaplin With a cane and a bowler hat Always tripping over It's never this or that The devil is a player When the game is played to win But Mother Luck will intervene And give the game some spin