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The Wearin'
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."
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
For they're hanging men and women there for the
Wearin' 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."
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