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!