The Luck Of The Irish (Lennon John)

		
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(G)If you had the (C)luck of the (G)Irish  
(Bm)You'd be sorry and (C)wish you were (D)dead  
(G)You should have the (C)luck of the (G)Irish  
And you'd (Bm)wish you was (D)English (G)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! God!  
 
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, 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!  
  	

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