The Luck Of The Irish
John LennonVersion1
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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, 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 in 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 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!
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Readable chord sheet for The Luck Of The Irish by John Lennon
[G] If you [G]had the [C]luck of the [G]Irish You'd be [Bm]sorry and [C]wish you were [D]dead You should [G]have the [C]luck of the [G]Irish And you'd [D]wish you was [D7]English in[G]stead! A thousand years of [C]torture and [G]hunger Drove the [Bm]people a[C]way from their [D]land A [G]land full of [C]beauty and [G]wonder Was [D]raped by the [D7]British bri[G]gands! [D]God[G]damn! [D]God[G]damn! If you could keep [C]voices like [G]flowers There'd be [C]shamrock all over the [G]world If you could drink [C]dreams like [G]Irish streams Then the [C]world would be high as the [D7]mountain of [G]morn In the 'Pool they [C]told us the [G]story How the [Bm]English di[C]vided the [D]land Of the [G]pain, and the [C]death and the [G]glory And the [D]poets of [D7]auld Eire[G]land If we could make [C]chains with the [G]morning dew The [C]world would be like Galway [G]Bay Let's [C]walk over rainbows like [G]leprechauns The [C]world would be one big [D7]Blarney [G]Stone Why the hell are the [C]English there [G]anyway? As they [Bm]kill with [C]God on their [D]side Blame it [G]all on the [C]kids in the [G]IRA As the [D]bastards co[D7]mmit geno[G]cide! [D]Aye! [G]Aye! [D]Geno[G]cide! If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be [Bm]sorry and [C]wish you were [D]dead You should [G]have the [C]luck of the [G]Irish And you'd [D]wish you was [D7]English in[G]stead! Yes you'd [D]wish you was [D7]English in[G]stead!