Wearing Of The Green
O Paddy dear, and did ye hear
the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid
to grow on Irish ground!
No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep,
His color can't be seen
For there's a cruel law ag'in
The Wearin' o' the Green."
chorus:
Oh, the wearing o' the green,
The wearin o' the green.
Oh, the wearing o' the green ,
The wearing o' the green.
Well, there's a cruel law ag'in
The wearing o' the green.
I met with Napper Tandy,
And he took me by the hand,
And he said, How's poor ould Ireland,
And how does she stand?
She's the most distressful country
That ever yet was seen,
For they're hanging men and women there
For the Wearin' o' the Green."
chorus:
Oh, the wearing...
...They're hangin men and women there ,
For the wearing o' the green.
So if the color we must wear
Be England's cruel red
Let it remind us of
The blood that Irishmen have shed;
And pull the shamrock from your hat,
And throw it on the sod
But never fear, 'twill take root there,
Though underfoot 'tis trod.
When laws can stop the blades of grass
From growin' as they grow
And when the leaves in summer-time
Their color dare not show,
Then I will change the color too
I wear in my caubeen;
But till that day, please God,
I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.
chorus:
Oh, the wearing...
...Till that day, please God,
I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.