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The Wearing Of The Green

Anonymous
Language: English



Oh, Paddy dear, did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep,
His color can't be seen,
For there's a bloomin' law against
The wearing of the green.

The wearing of the green,
Oh! The wearing of the green.
There's a bloomin' law against
the wearing of the green.

I met with Napper Tandy
And he took me by the hand,
And he said, "How's poor old Ireland
And how does she stand?"
"She's the most distressful country
That ever yet was seen;
They're hanging men and women there
For wearing of the green."

The wearing of the green,
Oh! The wearing of the green.
They're hanging men and women for
the wearing of the green.

Then since the color we must wear
Is England's cruel red,
Sure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget
The blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your hat,
And cast it on the sod,
But it'll take root and flourish still,
Tho' under foot it's trod.

The wearing of the green,
Oh! The wearing of the green.
There's a bloomin' law against
the wearing of the green.

When the law can stop the blades of green
From growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summertime
Their verdue dare not show,
Then I will change the color that I
Wear in my caubeen;
But 'till that day, please God, I'll stick
To wearing of the green.

The wearing of the green,
Oh! The wearing of the green.
'Till that day, please God, I'll stick
To wearing of the green.


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