Luck Of The Irish Lyrics - Ganggajang

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