Lyrics The Wearing of the Green - The Wolfe Tones

The Wearing of the Green

Oh!
Paddy, dear, and did you hear
The news that’s going round
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground
Saint Patrick’s Day no more we’ll keep
His color can’t be seen
For they’re hanging men and women
The wearing of 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 you have seen
They’re hanging men and women
For wearing of the green
Then since the color we must wear
Is England’s cruel red
Sure Ireland’s sons will n’er forget
The blood that they have shed
You may take the shamrock from your hat
And cast it on the sod
But 'twill take root and flourish still
Tho' underfoot 'tis trod