Bad Luck.
Reading edition
A little Brittany maid Who never wore gowns of silk, Sat down all alone On a great round stone, With a nice bowl of bread and milk. A pert little magpie came, His saucy respects to pay. “Good luck!” cried the maid, Not a bit afraid “I shall have good luck all the day!” Then ere she had ceased to laugh, For she was a merry soul, She looked again, And saw very plain Two magpies perched on her bowl! The maiden began to cry “Alas! and alack-a-day! ’Tis surely a sign Bad luck will be mine! Bad luck”!—and she ran away.