If you have the luck of
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the irish,
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You'd be sorry and wish you
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were dead
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You shold have the luck of
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the irish
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And you'd wish you was
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English instead!
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A thousand years of torture
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and hunger
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Drove the people away from
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their land,
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A land full of beutty and wonder
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Was raped by the british
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brigands! Goddman!
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Goddman!
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If you could keep voices
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like flowers
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There'd be aharmock all over
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the world.
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If you could drink dreams
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like the irish streams
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Then the world would be high
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as the mountain of morn
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In the Pool they told us
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the story
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How the english divided
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the land,
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Of the pain, the death and
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the glory
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And the poets of auld
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Eireland
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If we could make chains with
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the morning dew
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The world would be like
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galeway Bay
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Let's walk over rainbows
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like leprechauns
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The world would beone big
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Blarney stone
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Why the hell are the English
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there anyway?
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As they kill with god on
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their side!
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Blame it all on the kids and
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the IRA!
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As the bastards commit genocide
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Aye! Aye!
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Genocide!
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If you had the luck of
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the irish
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You should have the luck of
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the irish
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You'd be sorry and wish you
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were dead
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And you's wish you were
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english instead!
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Yes you'd wish you was
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english instead!!
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The Luck Of The Irish (Live)
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| John Lennon |
