Mother Luck

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