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 insteadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
