| lyric | 1. Oh, Paddy dear! an' did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground.
No more St. Patrick’s Day we’ll keep his colour can’t be seen.
For there’s a cruel law agin the wearing of the green.
I met with Nappertandy and he took me by the hand,
and he said „How’s poor old Ireland and how dows she stand?“
She’s the most distressful countrythat ever yet was seen.
For the’ve hangin men and women for the wearing of the green.
And if the colour we must wear is England’s cruel Red
Let it remind us of the blood that Ireland has shed.
Then pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod
And never fear, ‘twill take root there, tho’ under foot ‘tis trod.
When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow
And when the leaves in summertime, their colour dare not show
Then Iwill change the colour, too, Iwear in my caubeen
But ‘till that day, please God, I’ll stick to wearing of the Green. |