CHANCE YOUR LUCK
 
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When you roll home late in a rather merry state
Which is not the proper form for you
And you know, as on you roam that for coming so late home
Your wife will make things warm for you
Standing on the bottom stair is a female figure there
Well, you've no chance of missing her
As you open the street door, if you're not a fool I'm sure
To square her you'll start kissing her.

Chorus: Chance your luck, chance your luck
You kiss her quick, then find out by and bye
That the one who's got the kisses is the slavey, not the missus
Well you never know your luck until you try.


If one day you chance to pass such a dainty little lass
With a look and a style both beautiful
If you're single give a wink, but if wed you should I think
Pass on - to wife be dutiful
Though the trickly little lass is a little bit of class
While you have but threepence in your fob
And you know to mash a girl would tax the pocket of an earl
Still, don't be frightened at the job.

Chorus: Chance your luck, chance your luck
If she says a sweet silk dress you ought to buy
Say, 'I can't afford you silks, you can have a plate of whelks.'
For you never know your luck until you try.


If, upon the other hand, your affections chance to land
On a girl you're unacquainted with
And an old pal says, 'Hallo! isn't that Miss So-and-so?
Oh crumbs! what's that she's painted with?'
The needle never get, though you even learn the pet
Is engaged - to very soon be wed
To a man you chance to know, your annoyance do not show
Don't go wallop off your head,

Chorus: Chance your luck, chance your luck
Do your best to mash her on the sly
And if you find she loves another,
Turn her up and mash her mother
Well you never know your luck until you try.


What to do when you're detained late at night has been explained
Ah, but when you've made a night of it
And don't roll home till ten in the morning - ah! well then
It's hard work to make light of it
For you can't think what to say, so as to explain away
Where you have been and what you've done
Oh, you think of every ruse, and of every good excuse
To tell her - but can't find one.

Chorus: Chance your luck, chance your luck
When wifey wants to know the reason why
Say, 'I've been to see a fire?' p'r'aps she'll say you are a liar
Still you never know your luck until you try.


Down at Kempton on the course, trying hard to spot a horse
Is a fav'rite game with many folks
And if such should be your case, and you've lost on every race
You perhaps can swear with any folks
If you've come to your last half you are not inclined to laugh
Till you think a cert you've got
Then you wonder whether you shall chance a bob or two
Take my tip and go the lot.

Chorus: Chance your luck, chance your luck
For a winner means your dining at the Cri'
If you fail to find the winner, then it's saveloys for dinner
Well you never know your luck until you try.
 
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Written and composed by Wal Pink & George Le Brunn - 1896
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
 
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