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            [Intro]
G
[Verse 1]
       G       C           G
If you had the luck of the Irish
         Bm                      D7
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
           G        C           G
You should have the luck of the Irish
          Bm           D7         G
And you'd wish you was English instead
[Verse 2]
           G        C           G
A thousand years of torture and hunger
          Bm                     D7
Drove the people away from their land
   G           C          G
A land full of beauty and wonder
    Bm           D7         G       C  G     C  G
Was raped by the British brigands - goddamn, goddamn
[Bridge]
   G              C           G
If you could keep voices like flowers,
           C                     D7
there'd be shamrock all over the world
   G               C           G
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
         C                          D7           G
Then the world would be high as the Mountains of Mourne
[Verse 3]
       G          C           G
In the 'Pool they told us the story
        Bm                  D7
How the English divided the land
       G         C             G
of the pain, the death and the glory
        Bm       D7     G
And the poets of old Ireland
[Bridge]
   G             C               G
If we could make chains with the morning dew,
    C                          D7
the world would be like Galway Bay
      G         C             G
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns,
    C                      D7      G
the world would be one big Blarney stone
[Verse 4]
        G            C             G
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
        Bm                     D7
As they kill with God on their side
         G          C            G
Blame it all on the kids and the IRA
       Bm          D7      G      C    G    C   G
As the bastards commit genocide - aye, aye, genocide
[Verse 5]
       G       C           G
If you had the luck of the Irish
         Bm                      D7
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
           G        C           G
You should have the luck of the Irish
          Bm           D7         G
And you'd wish you was English instead
           Bm           D7         G
Yes, you’d wish you was English instead 
        
                