The Luck Of The Irish (Letra)

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One and one and two are three
If you adhere to irish logic
That’s just one of the many jokes of which
The irish are the topic
You can talk about the luck of but in
Truth there’s not a lot

So we have this reputation of being
As thick two short planks
And although george bernard shaw was irish he’s an englishman no we don’t live in houses that are otherwise known as bars yes we do have other transport besides donkeys and carts go to dublin da
Night and see for yourself there’s not a bog in sight

In america the joke about the irishman would die there for some peculiar season it’s the polish they decry bet in sweden it’s norwegians and in norway it’s the danes and it’s a fallacy to think
Irish people drink the most when in njoy germany alone their beer consumption unapproached as for britian far from being sober they would enjoy thier drink but to call an enghlishman a drunk wou
An awful thing what you need todo for that is a chap named pat and the luck of the irish kiss the blarney stone but get down on your back to do it okay on the surface i admit it does seem rathe
Pid but you mustn’t judge a book by all accounts but by what’s underneath it’s cover up your daughters what they don’t see they won’t miss remember contraception is despair but ignorance is blis
Church will tell you what you should and what you shouldn’t do is argue with it shergar’s body been exhumed by irish terrorists today if the ransom isn’t paid out then his life may not be saved
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Re otherwise known as bars yes we do have other transport besides donkeys and carts go to dublin day or night and see for yourself there’s not a bog in sight the luck of the irsh

Kiss the blarney stone but get down on your back to do it okay on the surface i admit it does seem rather stupid but you mustn’t judge a book by all accounts but by what’s underneath it’s cover
Ur daughters what they don’t see they won’t miss remember contraception is despair but ignorance is bliss the church will tell you what you should and what you shouldn’t do is argue with it

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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!
Goddamned!
Goddamned!

If you could keep voices like flowers,
There’s be shamrock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like irish streams,
Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn.

In the ‘pool they told us the story
How the english divided the land.
Of the pain and 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 and the i.r.a.
As the bastards commit genocide!
Aye! aye!
Genocide!

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.
Yes, you’d wish you was english instead.

The Luck Of The Irish (Letra)

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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!