The Luck of the Irish
Song ratings
| Rating | Comments | Author | Date |
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Yawn. This is even worse than Mull Of Kintyre. The flute in the background of the verse sung by Yoko is awful. A skip, what a terrible song. | Bobber | September 11, 2013 |
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It's nice to see John Lennon actually agreeing with Paul McCartney about anything ("Give Ireland Back to the Irish"), and you would of course expect John to be a wee bit more caustic. | Bruce Beatlefan | February 2, 2006 |
Lyrics
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! Goddman!
Goddman!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be aharmock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams
Like the 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 gateway 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 Aye! Aye!
Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish
You should have the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
And you'd wish you were english instead!
Yes you'd wish you was english instead!!
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! Goddman!
Goddman!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be aharmock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams
Like the 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 gateway 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 Aye! Aye!
Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish
You should have the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
And you'd wish you were english instead!
Yes you'd wish you was english instead!!
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