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Peggy Lee - The Wearing of the Green

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 cruel law against

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 sons will ne'er forget

The blood that they have shed.

You may take a shamrock from your hat

And cast it on the sod,

It will take root and flourish there though underfoot it's trod.

When law can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow,

And when the leaves in summer-time their colour dare not show,

Then will I change the colour, too, I wear in my caubeen

But 'till that day, please God, I'll stick to wearin' o' the Green.