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T: NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE
O: 1811
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1811, p.88-92
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87686121
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
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L: 1/8
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w: But are ye sure the news is true? And
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w: are ye sure he's weel? Is this a time to
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w: talk o' wark? Ye jades, fling by your
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w: wheel. Is this a time to talk o' wark, When
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w: Co-lin's at the door? Rax me my cloak, I'll
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w:  down the key, And see him come a-
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w: shore. For there's nae luck a-bout the house, There's
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w: nae luck a-va; There's lit-tle plea-sure
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w: in the house, Whan our gude-man's a-wa.
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W:2.Rise up and mak a clean fire-side;
W:    Put on the muckle pat;
W:  Gie little Kate her cotton gown,
W:    And Jock his Sunday's coat:
W:  And mak their shoon as black as slaes,
W:    Their hose as white as snaw;
W:  Its a' to pleasure our gudeman,
W:    He likes to see them braw.
W:        For there's nae luck, &c.
W:
W:3.There are twa hens into the crib,
W:    Hae' fed this month and mair,
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W:  Mak haste and thraw their necks about,
W:    That Colin weel may fare:
W:  And spread the table neat and clean.
W:    Gar ilka thing look braw;
W:  Its a' for love o' our gudeman,
W:    For he's been lang awa.
W:        For there's nae luck, &c.
W:
W:4.O gie me down my bigonet,
W:    My bishop satin gown,
W:  And then gae tell the bailie's wife
W:    That Colin's come to town.
W:  My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on,
W:    My hose o' pearl blue;
W:  And a' to pleasure our gudeman,
W:    For he's baith leal and true.
W:        For there's nae luck, &c.
W:
W:5.Sae sweet his voice, sae smooth his tongue.
W:    His breath's like cauler air;
W:  His very tread has music in't,
W:    As he comes up the stair,
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W:  And will I see his face again?
W:   And will I hear him speak?
W:  I'm downright dizzy wi' the joy,
W:    In troth, I'm like to greet.
W:        For there's nae luck, &c.
W:
W:6.The cauld blasts o' the winter wind,
W:    That thirl'd thro' my heart,
W:  They're a' biawn by, I hae him safe,
W:    Till death we'll never part.
W:  But what puts parting in my head?
W:    It may be far awa;
W:  The present moment is our ain,
W:    The neist we never saw.
W:        For there's nae luck, &c.
W:
W:7.Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content;
W:    I hae nae mair to crave;
W:  Could I but live to mak him blest,
W:    I'm blest aboon the lave.
W:  And will I see his face again?
W:    And will I hear him speak?
W:  I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
W:    In troth, I'm like to greet.
W:        For there's nae luck, &c.
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