LyricsThe 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 the wearin' o' the green" But if at last our colour should be torn from Ireland's heart Her sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will part I've heard the whisper of the land that lies beyond the sea