As the bastards commit genocide
Drove the people away from their land
And you'd wish you was English instead
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
If you had the luck of the Irish
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could keep voices like flowers
As they kill with God on their side
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
How the English divided the land
You should have the luck of the Irish
A land full of beauty and wonder
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Of the pain and the death and the glory
Wish, you'd wish you was English instead
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamn, goddamn
In the 'Pool they told us the story
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
If we could make chains with the morning dew
You should have the luck of the Irish
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
The world would be like Galway Bay
And the poets of old Ireland
Blame it all on the kids and the IRA
Aye, genocide
