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

God damn! God damn!



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 mourne



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 the IRA

As the bastards commit genocide

Aye, aye.. genocide



If you had the luck of the Irish

You'd be sorry and wish you was dead

You should have the luck of the Irish

And you'd wish you was English instead

Yes you'd wish you was English instead