luck of the irish
intro : G
G C G
if you had the luck of the irish
Bm D7
you’d be sorry and wish you were dead
G C G
you should have the luck of the irish
Bm D7 G
and you’d wish you was english instead
G C G
a thousand years of torture and hunger
Bm D7
drove the people away from their land
G C G
a land full of beauty and wonder
Bm D7 G C G C G
was raped by the british brigands – goddamn , goddamn
G C G
if you could keep voices like flowers ,
Bm D7
there’d be shamrock all over the world
G C G
if you could drink dreams like irish streams
Bm D7 G
then the world would be high as the mountains of mourne
G C G
in the ’pool they told us the story
Bm D7
how the english divided the land
G C G
of the pain , the death and the glory
Bm D7 G
and the poets of old ireland
G C G
if we could make chains with the morning dew ,
Bm D7
the world would be like galway bay
G C G
let’s walk over rainbows like leprechauns ,
Bm D7 G
the world would be one big blarney stone
G C G
why the hell are the english there anyway?
Bm D7
as they kill with god on their side
G C G
blame it all on the kids and the ira
Bm D7 G C G C G
as the bastards commit genocide – aye , aye , genocide
G C G
if you had the luck of the irish
Bm D7
you’d be sorry and wish you were dead
G C G
you should have the luck of the irish
Bm D7 G
and you’d wish you was english instead
Bm D7 G
yes , youd wish you was english instead
luck of the irish
intro : G
G C G
if you had the luck of the irish
Bm D7
you’d be sorry and wish you were dead
G C G
you should have the luck of the irish
Bm D7 G
and you’d wish you was english instead
G C G
a thousand years of torture and hunger
Bm D7
drove the people away from their land
G C G
a land full of beauty and wonder
Bm D7 G C G C G
was raped by the british brigands – goddamn , goddamn
G C G
if you could keep voices like flowers ,
Bm D7
there’d be shamrock all over the world
G C G
if you could drink dreams like irish streams
Bm D7 G
then the world would be high as the mountains of mourne
G C G
in the ’pool they told us the story
Bm D7
how the english divided the land
G C G
of the pain , the death and the glory
Bm D7 G
and the poets of old ireland
G C G
if we could make chains with the morning dew ,
Bm D7
the world would be like galway bay
G C G
let’s walk over rainbows like leprechauns ,
Bm D7 G
the world would be one big blarney stone
G C G
why the hell are the english there anyway?
Bm D7
as they kill with god on their side
G C G
blame it all on the kids and the ira
Bm D7 G C G C G
as the bastards commit genocide – aye , aye , genocide
G C G
if you had the luck of the irish
Bm D7
you’d be sorry and wish you were dead
G C G
you should have the luck of the irish
Bm D7 G
and you’d wish you was english instead
Bm D7 G
yes , youd wish you was english instead
