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The Wearing Of The Green

Höfundur lags: Dion Boucicault Flytjandi: Dion Boucicault
O [D]Paddy dear, and did ye hear the [A]news that's goin' round?
The [G]shamrock is by law for[D]bid to [A]grow on Irish [D]ground!
No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his [A]color can't be seen,
for [G]there's a cruel [D]law ag'in the [A]Wearin' o' the [D]Green."

I [D]met with Napper Tandy, and he [A]took me by the hand,
and he [G]said, "How's poor old [D]Ireland, and [A]how does she [D]stand?"
"She's the most distressful country that [A]ever yet was seen,
for they're [G]hanging men and [D]women there for the [A]Wearin' o' the [D]Green."

"So [D]if the color we must wear be [A]England's cruel red,
[G]let it remind us [D]of the blood that [A]Irishmen have [D]shed
And pull the shamrock from your hat, and [A]throw it on the sod,
but [G]never fear, 'twill [D]take root there, though [A]underfoot 'tis [D]trod.

When [D]laws can stop the blades of grass from [A]growin' as they grow,
and [G]when the leaves in [D]summer-time their [A]color dare not [D]show
Then I will change the color too I [A]wear in my caubeen,
but [G]till that day, please [D]God, I'll stick to the [A]Wearin' o' the [D]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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