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and now, a st.pat's poem entitled, the wearing of the green...
o patty dear and did ya hear the news that's going round?
the shamrock is forbid by law to grow on irish ground
st. patrick's day no more shall keep
his colors can't be seen
for there's a cruel law against the wearing of the green
i bet with napper tandy and he took me by the hand
he said how is poor old ireland and how does she stand?
she's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen
for they are hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
since the color that we must wear is england's cruel red
then ireland's sons shall ne'er forget the blood that they have shed
you may take your shamrock from your cap and cast it on the sod
but twill take root and flourish there, though underfoot tis trod
when laws can keep the blades of grass from growing as they grow
and when leaves in the summer time, their verdure dare not show
then i will change the color that i wear in my caubeen
but until that day, please god i'll stick to the wearing of the green.
o patty dear and did ya hear the news that's going round?
the shamrock is forbid by law to grow on irish ground
st. patrick's day no more shall keep
his colors can't be seen
for there's a cruel law against the wearing of the green
i bet with napper tandy and he took me by the hand
he said how is poor old ireland and how does she stand?
she's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen
for they are hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
since the color that we must wear is england's cruel red
then ireland's sons shall ne'er forget the blood that they have shed
you may take your shamrock from your cap and cast it on the sod
but twill take root and flourish there, though underfoot tis trod
when laws can keep the blades of grass from growing as they grow
and when leaves in the summer time, their verdure dare not show
then i will change the color that i wear in my caubeen
but until that day, please god i'll stick to the wearing of the green.