The Wearing of the Green
E. NASON & CO. SONG PUBLISHERS, 120 Fulton Street, New York
The Wearing of the Green.
O Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that’s going round?
The Shamrock is forbid, by laws, to grow on Irish ground!
No more St. Patrick’s day we’ll keep, his color last be seen;
For there’s a bloody law agin the Wearing of the Green!
Oh! I met with Saber Tancly, and he took me by the hand,
And he says: How is poor Ould Ireland, and how does she stand?
She’s the moat distressed Country that ever I have seen;
For, they are hanging men and women for the Wearing of the
And since the color we must wear, is England’s cruel red,
Ould Ireland’s sons will ne’er forget the blood that they have shed
Then take the Shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod—
It will take root, and flourish still tho’ under foot ’tis trod.
When the law can stop the blades of grass from glowing as they
And when the leaves in Summer time, their verdure do not show;
Then I will change the color I wear in my cabeen—
But, till that day, plaze God! I’ll stick to the Wearing of the
But if, at last, her colors should be torn from Ireland’s heart—
Her sons, with shame and sorrow, from the dear old soil will
I’ve heard whispers of a Country that lies far beyond the sea,
Where rich and poor stand equal, in the light of Freedom’s day!
O Erin! must we leave you? driven by the tyrant’s hand;
Must we ask a mother’s blessing, in a strange but happy land?
Where the cruel Cross of England’s thraldom never to be seen—
But where, thank God! we’ll live and die, still Wearing of the