Tune: Galway Bay (Arthur Colahan)
Our | land today is | full of super|stitions
We | chuck a pinch of | salt in Satan's | face
We | say "Touch wood" to a|void all disap|pointment
On | Friday the thir|teenth we know our | place
It is | bad luck to put | shoes upon the | table
E|specially while | food is being | served
And to | walk under a | ladder is just | folly
If | you’ve been hit you | got what you de|served
If you | spill a load of | pepper it brings | bad luck
It | means there'll be a | bust up with your | mate
E|specially if he's | sitting at the | table
And | all the pepper | lands right on his | plate
If you | meet a chimney | sweep then you are | lucky
Pros|perity will | bless your humble | home
Un|less you're a ped|estrian on a | crossing
And he's | driving while he's | on his mobile phone
If you | see an | ambulance whilst | walking
Un|til you've seen a | dog please hold your | breath
You'd | better pray you | come across one | quickly
To | breathe before you | see one - | that means death.
When you | get out of | bed tomorrow | morning
| Blessings on your | head will surely | fall
If | you get out the | side you left your | slippers
And | not the side that's | up against the | wall