Little is the luck I've had, And oh, 'tis comfort small - To think that many another lad - Has had no luck at all
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.