LuckotheIrish Songtext
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LuckotheIrish Songtext
Two thousand years have come and gone
Many stories hymns and songs
Saint Patrick to our shores he came
He was slaved in chains
On bended knee God takes his hand
Spread his word throughout this land
With the holy trinity we will be saved
We pray to our father
Off to the wars our soldiers called
Armed with shamrock good luck to all
To keep them from harm they will wear their green
Luck of the Irish
Where on earth did that phrase come from?
Luck of the Irish
Never knowing what tomorrow will become
We′ve been beaten, burned, and enslaved
Starved from the lands where our fathers dug their graves
Never losing faith we have fought for every mile
Still no matter where you go you'll always find an Irish smile
Luck of the Irish
Many lands their admiration we have won
Luck of the Irish
Many languages of love we have become
We′ve been beaten, burned, and enslaved
Starved from the lands where our fathers dug their graves
Never losing faith we have fought for every mile
Still no matter where you go you'll always find an Irish smile
Luck of the Irish
Around the world so many millions, we are one
Luck of the Irish
I pray our ancestors are proud of what we've done
We′ve been beaten, burned, and enslaved
Starved from the lands where our fathers dug their graves
Never losing faith we have fought for every mile
Still no matter where you go you′ll always find an Irish smile
Many stories hymns and songs
Saint Patrick to our shores he came
He was slaved in chains
On bended knee God takes his hand
Spread his word throughout this land
With the holy trinity we will be saved
We pray to our father
Off to the wars our soldiers called
Armed with shamrock good luck to all
To keep them from harm they will wear their green
Luck of the Irish
Where on earth did that phrase come from?
Luck of the Irish
Never knowing what tomorrow will become
We′ve been beaten, burned, and enslaved
Starved from the lands where our fathers dug their graves
Never losing faith we have fought for every mile
Still no matter where you go you'll always find an Irish smile
Luck of the Irish
Many lands their admiration we have won
Luck of the Irish
Many languages of love we have become
We′ve been beaten, burned, and enslaved
Starved from the lands where our fathers dug their graves
Never losing faith we have fought for every mile
Still no matter where you go you'll always find an Irish smile
Luck of the Irish
Around the world so many millions, we are one
Luck of the Irish
I pray our ancestors are proud of what we've done
We′ve been beaten, burned, and enslaved
Starved from the lands where our fathers dug their graves
Never losing faith we have fought for every mile
Still no matter where you go you′ll always find an Irish smile
Writer(s): Ian Byrne, Brent Hoad, Norm Dahlor, Steve Phillips, Steve Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com