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My hearing is troublesome so I found the lyrics.......
My hearing is troublesome so I found the lyrics.......
The Luck of the Irish
Song by John Lennon, Plastic Ono Band, and Yoko Ono
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Ok, one, two, three, one two, three
- If you had the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamned
Goddamned
- If you could keep voices like flowers
There's be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn
In the 'pool they told us the story
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
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?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids and the I.R.A.
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye, aye
Genocide
Okay
- You should have the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead
One more time
- You should have the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead
Hey, yes, you'd wish you were English instead
Songwriters: John Lennon / Yoko Ono
Damming is right. Ono's voice makes me cringe. I'd never trade my Irish roots to be English. Ever.
I think you guys are missing the point. Slainté.The chances of me ever wishing I was British are slim and none at all. They killed me ancestors for no reason; as many dislike (hate) tyranny so do I.
I think you guys are missing the point. Slainté.
PS: Never order a “Black&Tan” in Dublin, or anywhere on the island for that matter. Google is your friend....
Cool, I live under a rock. Interesting article.I think you guys are missing the point. Slainté.
PS: Never order a “Black&Tan” in Dublin, or anywhere on the island for that matter. Google is your friend....
Cool, I live under a rock. Interesting article.
"One thing made with Guinness that is not Irish is the Black and Tan. Unless you have been living under a rock, a Black and Tan is beer cocktail made with half Guinness and half Bass Ale, where the Guinness floats on top of the Bass. This simple drink can be seen as a metaphor for many things Irish and English; they don’t mix."
An Irish folksong as case in point:
Come Out Ye Black and Tans
I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat
And the loving English feet walked all over us,
And every single night when me father’d come home tight
He’d invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
(chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
Didn’t we kick England’s ass? Ha! Take that!