The Wearing Of The Green

Originale	Eugene McEldowney, nato nel 1943 e poi per decenni nello Irish...
THE WEARING OF THE GREEN	THE WEARING OF THE GREEN
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.	Well Paddy dear now did you hear the awful things they say Princess Margaret and Lord Snowden they have joined the IRA Aye they're drilling in the Mountains to the sound of the fife and drum Young Tony's taking snapshots while young Maggie fires the gun
The wearing of the green, Oh! The wearing of the green. There's a bloomin' law against the wearing of the green.	While young Maggie fires the gun While young Maggie fires the gun Young Tony's taking snapshots While young Maggie fires the gun
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."	When the news reached Dublin Castle de Valera jumped with joy Says he 'now Joe's a comrade, he's a decent Irish boy' 'And as for Princess Maggie she's a darling sweet colleen' And spread the news through Ireland from Strabane to Skibbereen
The wearing of the green, Oh! The wearing of the green. They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green.	From Strabane to Skibbereen From Strabane to Skibbereen And spread the news through Ireland From Strabane to Skibbereen
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.	When the news it reached the palace filled the Queen with much delight She reared up at Prince Phillip in the middle of the night Ah says she now 'Get your Rolls Royce out get ready quick and soon' We must reach dear old Ireland by the rising of the moon
The wearing of the green, Oh! The wearing of the green. There's a bloomin' law against the wearing of the green.	By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon We must reach dear old Ireland By the rising of the moon
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.	Ah now Paddy dear I'll tell you there's terrible things in the land The Queen and de Valera they are walking hand in hand Oh but the funniest thing me boys that I have ever seen Prince Phillip playing polo on his ass in Stephen's 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.	On his ass in Stephen's Green On his ass in Stephen's Green Prince Phillip playing polo On his ass in Stephen's Green