For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa'.

The dews of summer nights did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.

His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stairs.

Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermees; possessions jalouses du bonheur.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little boy blue and the man in the moon. 'When you coming home, dad?' 'I don't know when, But we'll get toget…

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