JACK'S LUCK.

AIR-"The Fyerey Clock Fyece."

OR, hinny, heh ye seen wor Jack,
Oh, hinny, heh ye seen him?
Ye knaw that he's a reglor black,
So divvent attempt te screen him;
A few weeks since, the silly feul,
Drew all his brass an' got se full,
He lost it a', the slaverin cull,
An' what de ye think 0' Jack's luck?

A pollis copt him on his beat,
That knew his clivor swagger,
Wi' mony a push frae left te reet,
Jack seun began te stagger;
An' twenty shillins he had te pay,
An' when they did let him away,
He got far warse that vary day,
An' what de ye think 0' Jack's luck?

The next day he went te the Moor,
Te back a chep at boolin,
An' what aw say's quite true, aws sure,
His bad luck still kept rulin ;
He went an' he laid agyen the crack,
But the crack wes ower much for Jack,
An' the bool knockt him fiat on his back,
An' what de ye think 0' Jack's luck?

He went te Gyetside Borough Grund,
Te back a flyin' runner,
For sum grand clivor tip he'd fund,
An' swore it wes a stunner;
But the vary chep he backt te win
Wes last ova' when they com in,
Jack lost his watch besides his tin,
An' what de ye think 0' Jack's luck?

He went an' sell'd his furnitor,
Te try an' bring back losses,
Awoften wundor hoo he dor
Defy se many crosses;
He backt a horse te win a·race,
But like his luck-this wes the case,
It tummil'd doon, an' lost last place,
An' what de ye think 0' Jack's luck?

The last grand bet he myed, an' he
Can give us ne denial,
He laid a quid a week wad de
Te finish the Titchborne trial;
Noo Jack at nowt 'ill ivor stick,
For the way he says he'll de the trick,
Whativor he gets he'll hey on tick,
An' what de ye think 0' Jack's luck?

-Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890