The luck of the Irish borne of ages past   Has spawned a cruel history, lets hope that luck don't last   It came with the longships and from across the Irish sea   The endless tides of fighting men bought the Ard ris to their knees   Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish      Then came the English with their reforming ways   The luck of the Irish bore ample fruit in those days   The land was replanted with the winners of English wars   And the only crops harvested were famine and plague and the odd lost cause   Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish      One day things will change and then you know you will see   Just how lucky they can all really be   When the orange and the green meet on the white in between   Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish      The luck of the Irish still hangs around their heels   As bombers stop the cities hearts and blood is spilt in the greenest fields   And the orangemen remember, the old horse is yearly shod   To ride again with long dead men and kill or be killed for the one same god.   Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish      One day things will change and then you know you will see   Just how lucky they can all really be   When the orange and the green meet on the white in between   Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish