Misc Traditional – Wearing Of The Green (Guitar)

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O Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's going round?

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The Shamrock is forbid, by laws, to grow on Irish ground!

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St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep his color won't be seen;

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For, there's a cruel law agin the Wearing of the Green!

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Oh! I met with Nabertancly, and he took me by the hand,

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And he says: How is Poor Ould Ireland, and how does she stand?

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She's the most distressed Country that ever I have seen:

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They're hanging men and women for the Wearing of the Green!

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And since the color we must wear, is England's cruel red,

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Ould Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed

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Then take the Shamrock from your hat, and cast it on the sod:

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It will take root, and flourish still, tho' under foot 'tis trod.

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But if, at last, her colors should be torn from Ireland's heart

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Her sons, with shame and sorrow, from the dear old soil will part;

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I've heard whispers of a Country that lies far beyond sea,

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Where rich and poor stand equal, in the light of Freedom's day!

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O Erin! must we leave you driven by the tyrant's hand!

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Must we ask a Mother's blessing, in a strange but distnat land,

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Where the cruel Cross of England's shall never more  be seen:

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But where, thank God! we'll live and die, still Wearing of the Green!