{t:THE LUCK OF THE IRISH}
{st:John Lennon}
{c: d - ud d - ud d - ud d - ud }
If you [G] had the [C] luck of the [G] Irish
You'd be [Bm] sorry and wish you were [D] dead
You should [G] have the [C] luck of the [G] Irish
And you'd [Bm] wish you was [D] English in-[G]stead!
A thousand [G] years of [C] torture and [G] hunger
Drove the [Bm] people away from their [D] land
A [G] land full of [C] beauty and [G] wonder
Was [Bm] raped by the [D] British bri-[G]gands!
[C] God[G]dam! ...[C] God[G]dam!
In the [G] Pool...they [C] told us the [G] story
How the [Bm] English divided the [D] land
Of the [G] pain, and the [C] death and the [G] glory
And the [Bm] poets of [D] auld Eire-[G]land
Why the [G] hell are the [C] English there [G] anyway?
As they [Bm] kill with God on their [D] side
Blame it [G] all on the [C] kids and the [G] IRA
As the [Bm] bastards com-[D]mit geno-[G]cide!
[C] Aye! [G] Aye!...[C] Geno-[G]cide!
If you [G] had the [C] luck of the [G] Irish
You'd be [Bm] sorry and wish you were [D] dead
You should [G] have the [C] luck of the [G] Irish
And you'd [Bm] wish you was [D] English in-[G]stead!
Yes you'd [Bm] wish you was [D] English in-[G]stead!
{t:THE LUCK OF THE IRISH}
