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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
There’s Nae Luck about the House
By William Julius Mickle (1735–1788)
BUT are ye sure the news is true?
  And are ye sure he’s weel?
Is this a time to think o’ wark?
  Ye jauds, fling bye your wheel!
    For there’s nae luck about the house,        5
      There’s nae luck at a’;
    There’s nae luck about the house,
      When our gudeman’s awa’.
Is this a time to think o’ wark,
  When Colin’s at the door?        10
Rax down my cloak—I’ll to the quay,
  And see him come ashore.
Rise up and make a clean fireside,
  Put on the muckle pot;
Gie little Kate her cotton gown,        15
  And Jock his Sunday’s coat.
Make their shoon as black as slaes,
  Their stockings white as snaw;
It’s a’ to pleasure our gudeman—
  He likes to see them braw.        20
There are twa hens into the crib
  Hae fed this month or mair;
Mak haste and thraw their necks about,
  That Colin weel may fare.
My Turkey slippers I’ll put on,        25
  My stockins pearl-blue,—
It’s a’ to pleasure our gudeman,
  For he’s baith leal and true.
Sae sweet his voice, sae smooth his tongue,
  His breath’s like cauler air;        30
His very foot has music in’t,
  As he comes up the stair.
And will I see his face again,
  And will I hear him speak?
I’m downricht dizzy wi’ the thought,        35
  In troth I’m like to greet.
    There’s nae luck about the house,
      There’s nae luck at a’;
    There’s nae luck about the house,
      When our gudeman’s awa’.        40

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