Song | Luck Of The Irish |
Artist | John Lennon |
Album | Yer Blues |
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Lyrics:John Lennon/Yoko Ono Music:John Lennon/Yoko Ono | |
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, 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! |
Lyrics: John Lennon Yoko Ono Music: John Lennon Yoko Ono | |
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, 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! |
Lyrics: John Lennon Yoko Ono Music: John Lennon Yoko Ono | |
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, 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! |