A Bit of Wee Luck (Holidaze in Salem)
They say my spells go awry.
Pish posh, it’s a lie.
I have the love of my life.
My best friend will soon be a wife.
Now it’s time to help a lad.
In the land of Ireland.
Wealth Spell –
A fourth leaf clover
A wad of cash
A money clip to store it fast
Light it on fire and repeat after me, all good will and fortune go unto thee
