Now I have the luck of the Irish,
No man has twice bested me.
I was born on the Emerald Isle —
My poison, The Best Out of Three.
Forever I’ve lived as a gambler,
How the cards lie, I know with a glance.
I skip town ahead of bad losers,
I live a life, addicted to chance.
Now I’ve seen the most desperate antes,
Watched blood stain the cards from a knife,
One drink-sodden fool bet his daughter—
The most rewarding win of my life.
A most beautiful prize now was mine,
I pondered the road of my life.
Hoping to start my life’s journey anew,
I bid her — pray come be my wife?
We travelled the highway together,
Lived high on the wings of my luck,
Till besting a brooding dark stranger —
It seems my world came unstuck.
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