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