Lyrics




Wearing of the Green
Oh Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's going around?
The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground
No more St. Patrick's Day we'll keep, his colours can't be seen
For there's a cruel law against wearing of the green
I met with Nappertandy 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 for the wearing of the green
And if the colour we must wear is England's cruel red
Let it remind us of the blood that Ireland has shed
Then take the shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod
And never fear, 'twill take root there, tho' underfoot 'tis trod
When laws can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow
And when the leaves in summertime, their colour dare not show
Then I will change the colour that I wear in my caubeen
But 'till that day, please God I'll stay a-wearing of the green