Paroles:
Oranger Irlandais

you have ever seen My father he was orange and my mother she was green With mother every Sunday to mass I'd proudly stroll Then after that the orange

Traduction: Chansons folkloriques irlandaises. Croyez-moi, Si tous les charmes attachants jeunes.

: If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead

: If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead