Mother Luck - Dave Cousins

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