Wearing Of The Green 歌词

	Written：Roger Edens/Public Domain
	Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
	The news that's going round?
	The shamrock is forbid by law
	To grow on Irish ground!
	St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep,
	His color can't be seen,
	For there's a bloomin' law agin'
	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 yet was 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 songs will ne'er forget
	The blood that they have shed.
	You may take the shamrock from your hat now,
	Cast it on the sod,
	But 'twill take root and flourish still,
	Tho' under foot it's trod.
	When the law can stop the blades of green
	From growing as they grow,
	And when the leaves in summertime
	Their verdue dare not show,
	Then I will change the color that I
	Wear in my canteen;
	But 'till that day, please God, I'll stick
	To wearing of the green.

	Written: Roger Edens Public Domain
	Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
	The news that' s going round?
	The shamrock is forbid by law
	To grow on Irish ground!
	St. Patrick' s Day no more we' ll keep,
	His color can' t be seen,
	For there' s a bloomin' law agin'
	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 yet was 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 songs will ne' er forget
	The blood that they have shed.
	You may take the shamrock from your hat now,
	Cast it on the sod,
	But ' twill take root and flourish still,
	Tho' under foot it' s trod.
	When the law can stop the blades of green
	From growing as they grow,
	And when the leaves in summertime
	Their verdue dare not show,
	Then I will change the color that I
	Wear in my canteen
	But ' till that day, please God, I' ll stick
	To wearing of the green.

	Written: Roger Edens Public Domain
	Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
	The news that' s going round?
	The shamrock is forbid by law
	To grow on Irish ground!
	St. Patrick' s Day no more we' ll keep,
	His color can' t be seen,
	For there' s a bloomin' law agin'
	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 yet was 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 songs will ne' er forget
	The blood that they have shed.
	You may take the shamrock from your hat now,
	Cast it on the sod,
	But ' twill take root and flourish still,
	Tho' under foot it' s trod.
	When the law can stop the blades of green
	From growing as they grow,
	And when the leaves in summertime
	Their verdue dare not show,
	Then I will change the color that I
	Wear in my canteen
	But ' till that day, please God, I' ll stick
	To wearing of the green.

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