The Wearing of the Green Songtext
von Irish Moutarde

For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They′re hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green

Oh. Paddy dear and did you hear the news that′s going round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground

St. Patrick's Day no more we keep his colour can't be seen
For they hangin′ men and women for the wearing of the green

I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand
He said: "How′s dear old Ireland and how does she stand?"

She's the most distressful country that you′ve ever seen
For they're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green

For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They′re hanging men and women for the wearing of the green

And if the color we must wear is England's cruel red
Shure Ireland sons will not forget the blood that they have shed

You may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it down the sod
But ′twill take root and flourish there, tho' under foot 'tis trod


My father loved his country and sweeped from in ′is breast
But I had one they died for her must never soul be blessed

Most tears me mother shad for me, how′d bitter they had been
But we have proved the traitors for the wearing of the green

For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They′re hanging men and women for the wearing of the green

And if at last our coloured shirt be thorn from Ireland's heart
Her sons would shame and sorrow for the dear old my wound heart

I hear the whisper of the land that lies me on the sea
Where the rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom′s day

Oh, Ireland, must believe you driven by a tyrant's hand
And see come mother′s blessing from the strange and distant land

Where the cruel cross of England shall never more be seen
And in that land we live and die still wearing Ireland's green


For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They′re hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They′re hanging men and women for the wearing of the green