The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
Born of ages past
Have spawned a cruel history
Let's hope that luck don't last
Came with the longships
And from across the Irish sea
The endless tides of fighting men
Bought the arteries to their knees
The Knuck of the Irish
Then came the English
With their reforming ways
The Knuck of the Irish
Bought ample fruit in those days
The land was reported
With the winners of English wars
And the only crops harvested
Were famine and plague and the outlaw score
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
One day things will change
And then you know, you will see
Just how lucky they can all really be
How in the orange and the green
Meets on the white in between
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
Still hangs around their heels
As bombers stalk the city's halls
And blood is spilled in the greenest fields
The orange men remember
The old horses' yearly shun
To ride again with long dead men
And kill or be killed for the one thing done
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
One day things will change
And then you know, you will see
Just how lucky they can all really be
How in the orange and the green
Meets on the white in between
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish
The Knuck of the Irish