Fortune is bleak

A dog returns to his master

Too much luck is bad luck



A man who lives well

Stands to bargain his winnings

He'll raise his hat and emerge unscathed

Face the good life alone

Too much luck is bad luck



The king, watching with his queen, a deck below the scene

The pair had weakness in the heart mark them from the start

No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man



The man who wins more than his share finds doubt cast on his skill

Rewards bestowed from who knows where betray the player's hand

No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man



Fortune is bleak

A dog returns to his master

Too much luck is a gift, a curse, a sign



A-a-a-a-ah...too much luck is bad luck...