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...