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 old Ireland      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 IRA   As the bastards commit genocide   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   Wish, you'd wish you was English instead   Yes, you'd wish you was English instead