' 'O Paddy dear and did ye hear
The news that's goin' round
The shamrock is by law forbid
To grow on Irish ground
Saint Patrick's Day
No more we'll keep
His color can't be seen
For there's a cruel law ag'in
The Wearin' o' 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 Wearin' o' the Green
So if the color we must wear
Be England's cruel red
Let it remind us of the blood
That Irishmen have shed
And pull the shamrock
From your hat
And throw it on the sod
But never fear
'twill take root there
Though underfoot 'tis trod
When laws
Can stop the blades of grass
From growin' as they grow
And when the leaves
In summer-time
Their color dare not show
Then I will change the color too
I wear in my caubeen
But till that day please God
I'll stick to
Wearin' o' the Green
She's the most
Distressful country
That ever yet was seen
They're hanging men
And women there
For Wearin' o' the Green''
