The luck of the Irish borne of ages past

Has spawned a cruel history, lets hope that luck don't last

It came with the longships and from across the Irish sea

The endless tides of fighting men bought the Ard ris to their knees

Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish



Then came the English with their reforming ways

The luck of the Irish bore ample fruit in those days

The land was replanted with the winners of English wars

And the only crops harvested were famine and plague and the odd lost cause

Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish



One day things will change and then you know you will see

Just how lucky they can all really be

When the orange and the green meet on the white in between

Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish



The luck of the Irish still hangs around their heels

As bombers stop the cities hearts and blood is spilt in the greenest fields

And the orangemen remember, the old horse is yearly shod

To ride again with long dead men and kill or be killed for the one same god.

Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish



One day things will change and then you know you will see

Just how lucky they can all really be

When the orange and the green meet on the white in between

Oh the luck of the Irish, Oh the luck of the Irish