Oh, Paddy dear! and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground!
No more St. Patrick's day we'll keep; his colour 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 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.
An' if the colour we must wear is England's cruel red,
Let it remind us of the blood that Ireland has shed;
Then pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod,
An' never fear, 'twill take root there, though under foot 'tis trod.
When law can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow,
An' when the leaves in summer time their colour dare not show,
Then I will change the colour, too, I wear in my caubeen;
But till that day, plaise God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.
The Wearin' O' The Green
Anonymous
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Kaye Mc Gann: I heard this sung in Ireland when I was a child, and have always remembered a few lines of it, seventy years on. I've never seen it written until today.
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