The Wearing of the Green
|The Wearing of the Green (1864)
|Dion Boucicault version of the Irish ballad, written for his 1864 play Arragh na Pogue, or the Wicklow Wedding.This is the 1864|
- O Paddy dear, an' did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
- The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground;
- St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep, his colour can't be seen,
- For there's a cruel law agin the wearin' o' the Green.
- I met wid Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand,
- And he said, "How's dear ould Ireland, and how does she stand?"
- She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen,
- For they're hangin' men an' women there for the wearin' o' the Green.
- Then since the colour 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.
- 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 a whisper of a land that lies beyond the sea
- Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day.
- O Erin, must we leave you driven by a tyrant's hand?
- Must we ask a mother's blessing from a strange and distant land?
- Where the cruel cross of England shall nevermore be seen,
- And where, please God, we'll live and die still wearin' o' the green!
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|