Poem by John Milton Hay

Good Luck and Bad Luck

GOOD luck is the gayest of all gay girls;
    Long in one place she will not stay: 
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
    Kisses you quick and flies away.

But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes
    And stays -- no fancy has she for flitting; 
Snatches of true-love songs she hums,
    And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting. 

1. Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle
2. Little Breeches

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