I wear silver charms,
And carry locks of heather,
In the hope
All will fall together.

I cross my fingers,
Beg and plead
Hoping my angel
Will pay heed.

Avoid pavement cracks,
Opening parasols inside,
But with all these cautions,
The devil on my back still does deride.

My fingers have been broken,
sterling charms lost,
But still in time I beg,
All this shall be forgot.