Ganggajang The Luck of the Irish Lyrics:
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

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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
Lyrics: The Luck of the Irish, Ganggajang [end]