Luck Of The Irish, The
| John Lennon, Yoko Ono |
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| If you have the luck of the Irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold 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! If you could keep voices like flowers There'd be shamrocks all over the world. If you could drink dreams like the Irish streams Then the world would be high as the mountain of mourn In the Pool they told us the story How the english divided the land, Of the pain, the death and the glory And the poets of auld Eireland 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 hell are the English there anyway? As they kill with God on their side! Blame it all on the kids and the IRA! As the bastards commit genocide. This page has been viewed 6137 times |
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