title: The Wearing Of The Green
key: Folk
harp type: Chromatic
genre: D
skill: Any

18th C. Irish folk song
Key: D
2/4 time
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Oh, Pad-dy dear, and did you hear
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The news that’s go-ing `round?
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The sham-rock is for-bid by law
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To grow on I-rish ground!
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St. Pat-rick’s Day no more to keep,
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His col-or can’t be seen,
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For there’s a bloom-in’ law a-gin’
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The wear-ing of the green.
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I met with Nap-per Tan-dy
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And he took me by the hand,
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And he said, “How’s poor old Ire-land
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And how does she stand?”
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“She’s the most dis-tress-ful coun-try
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That ev-er yet was seen;
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They’re hang-ing men and wom-en there
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For wear-ing of the green.”
Then since the color we must wear
Is England’s cruel red,
Sure Ireland’s songs will ne’er forget
The blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your hat now,
Cast it on the sod,
But ’twill take root and flourish still,
Tho’ under foot it’s trod.
When the law can stop the blades of green
From growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summertime
Their verdue dare not show,
Then I will change the color that I
Wear in my canteen;
But ’till that day, please God, I’ll stick
To wearing of the green.