If you (G)had the (C)luck of the (G)Irish,
You’d be (Bm)sorry and (Am)wish you were (D7)dead.
You should (G)have the (C)luck of the (G)Irish,
And you’d (Bm)wish you was (D7)English in(G)stead.
Thousand (G)years of (C)torture and (G)hunger,
Drove the (Bm)people a(Am)way from their (D7)land.
A (G)land full of (C)beauty and (G)wonder
Was (Bm)raped by the (D7)British bri(G)gands!
Goddamned!
Goddamned!
If (G)you could keep (C)voices like (G)flowers,
There’d be (C)shamrock
all (Am)over the (D7)world.
If (G)you could drink (C)dreams like (G)Irish streams,
Then the (C)world would be as (Am)high as the (D7)Mountain of (G)Mourne.
In the (G)’pool they (C)told us the (G)story
How the (Bm)English di(Am)vided the (D7)land.
Of the (G)pain and the (C)death and the (G)glory
And the (Bm)poets of (D7)auld Ire(G)land.
If (G)we could make (C)chains with the (G)morning dew,
The (C)world would be (Am)like Galway (D7)Bay.
Let’s (G)walk over
(C)rainbows like (G)leprechauns,
The (C)world would be (Am)one big (D7)Blarney (G)Stone.
Why the (G)hell are the (C)English there (G)anyway?
As they (Bm)kill with (Am)God on their
(D7)side!
Blame it (G)all on the (C)kids
and the (G)I.R.A.
As the (Bm)bastards com(D7)mit
geno(G)cide!
Aye! aye!
Genocide!
If you (G)had the (C)luck of the (G)Irish,
You’d be (Bm)sorry and (Am)wish you were (D7)dead.
You should (G)have the (C)luck of the (G)Irish,
And you’d (Bm)wish you was (D7)English in(G)stead.
Yes, you’d (Bm)wish you were (D7)English in(G)stead.