The Wearing Of The Green - John Mccormack

作词：Traditional/Dion Boucicault

作曲：Traditional/Dion Boucicault

Oh Paddy dear and did you hear

Of the news that's going 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 again

To the wearing of the green

Oh 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 wearing of the green

Then if the color we must wear is England's cruel red

Let it remind us of the blood

Of Ireland have shed

And take to the shamrock from your hat

And throw it on the sod

And never fear

It will take root there

Though underfoot it's trod

When laws can stop the blades of grass

From growing 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 wearing of the green