THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE



cho: There's nae luck about the house

There's nae luck at a';

There's little pleasure in the house

When my gude-man's awa'.



And are ye sure the news is true?

And are ye sure he's weel?

Is this a time to think o' wark

Ye gauds fling by your wheel!

Is this a time to think o' wark

When Collin's at the door?

Rax me my cloak I'll to the quay

And see him come ashore.



Rise up and mak a clean fireside

Put on the muckle pot;

Gie little Kate her cotton gown

And Jock his Sunday coat.

And 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.



There are twa hens into the crib

Have fed this month and mair,

Make haste and thraw their necks about

That Collin weel may fare.

Bring down to me my bigonet

My bishop-satin gown,

And then gae tell the Bailie's wife

That Collin's come to town.



Sae sweet his voice, sae smooth his tongue

His breath's like caller air;

His very tread 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 downright dizzy wi' the joy

In troth I'm like to greet.



From Minstrelsy of Scotland, Moffatt.

Note: words first published in 1776, as the Mariner's Wife.

There's a Jacobite version of this (help, anyone?) with the

chorus ending "Since Charlie's gone awa'" RG

@marriage @return

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