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