Is this a time to think o' wark?' �e lass, fling by your wheel. There's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's nae luck about the house, Wl?m our good m?n'a Is this a t/me to think o' wark, W]mn Colin's at the door? Gi' me my cloak, I'll down the key, And see him come ashore. There's nac luck about the house, .Rise up and mak' a clean fm?ide, Put on the muckle pot; Gi' little Kate her cotton gowa, And Jack his 8und?y's coat. There's nae luck, &c. Mak' their sheen as black ?s slaes, Their stockings white as shaw, It's a' to pleasure our good man,, He likes to see them braw. There's nae luck, &c. There are twa hens into the crip, I've fed this month or malt; Make haste to throw their necks about, That Colin. well may fare. There's nae Juck, &c. down to my My bishop-satin gown, And then gae tell the Bailie's wife, That Colin's come to town. There's nae luck, &c. My Turkey slippers l'll put on, My stockings of pearl blue,
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