The Luck Of The Irish
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamn goddamn
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain and the death and the glory
And the poets of old Ireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the fuck are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids and the I-R-A
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye, genocide
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
Wish, you'd wish you was English instead
Yes, you'd wish you was English instead
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamn goddamn
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain and the death and the glory
And the poets of old Ireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the fuck are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids and the I-R-A
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye, genocide
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
Wish, you'd wish you was English instead
Yes, you'd wish you was English instead
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Writer(s): John Winston Lennon, Yoko Ono
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