John & Yoko
The Luck Of The Irish
Some Time In New York City (1972)

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If you had the luck of the Irish
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You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
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You should have the luck of the Irish
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And you'd wish you was English instead

A thousand years of torture and hunger                    (John)
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
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Was raped by the British brigands, God damn, God damn

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  If you could keep voices like flowers                   (Yoko)
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  There'd be shamrock all over the world
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  If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
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  Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn

In the 'Pool they told us the story                       (John)
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            (Yoko)
  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?                (John)
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids the IRA
As the bastards commit genocide, aye aye, genocide

  If you had the luck of the Irish                        (John + Yoko)
  You'd be sorry and wish you was dead
  You should have the luck of the Irish
  And you'd wish you was English instead
  
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  Yes you'd wish you was English instead