The Luck of the Irish John Lennon & Yoko Ono

[Verse 1: John Lennon]
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

[Verse 2: John Lennon]
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 (Goddamn, Goddamn)

[Verse 3: Yoko Ono]
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn

[Verse 4: John Lennon]
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 Éireland

[Verse 5: Yoko Ono]
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