The Luck Of The Irish
If you had the luck of the IrishYou'd be sorry and wish you were deadYou should have the luck of the IrishAnd you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hungerDrove the people away from their landA land full of beauty and wonderWas raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn!
If you could keep voices like flowersThere'd be shamrock all over the worldIf you could drink dreams like Irish streamsThen the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the 'Pool they told us the storyHow the English divided the landOf the pain, the death and the gloryAnd the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dewThe world would be like Galway BayLet's walk over rainbows like leprechaunsThe world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?As they kill with God on their sideBlame it all on the kids the IRAAs the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!
If you had the luck of the IrishYou'd be sorry and wish you was deadYou should have the luck of the IrishAnd you'd wish you was English instead!Yes you'd wish you was English instead!