The Wearing Of The Green sing and play along

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 may Patrick's Day no more to keep.

His color can't be seen, for there's a bloody law agin' the wearing of the green.

I the met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand,

and he said, "How's poor old Ireland and how dure does she stand?

She's the most distressful country that ever you have seen.

They're hanging men and women there for wearing of the green."

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

sure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.

You heard take the shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod,

but 'twill take root and flourish still,

though underfoot it's trod.

When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow,

and we when the leaves in sum time their ver but dare not show,

then the I will change the color I wear in my corbeen.

But till that day, please God,

I'll stick to wearing of the green!

green!