The Wearing Of The Green, Irish song lyrics and guitar chords J.K. Casey. There are many versions of 'The
Wearing Of The Green' . The one I have put the chords to is the one that's most popular in Ireland. The video is of The Wolfe
Tones, the tune itself is similar to another Irish song ''The Rising Of The Moon''
O[D] Paddy dear, and[Bm] did you hear the[A] news that's going round? The[G] Shamrock is for[D]bid, by laws, to[A]
grow on Irish[D] ground! No[D] more St. Patrick's[Bm] day we'll keep his[A] color last be seen; For, there's a[G]
bloody[D] law agin the[A] Wearing[A7] of the[D] Green!
Oh! I met with Nabertancly, and he took me by the hand, And
he says: How is Poor Ould Ireland, and does she stand? She's the most distressed Country that ever I have seen: For,
they are hanging men and women for the Wearing of the Green!
And since the color we must wear, is England's cruel red,
Ould Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.. Then take the Shamrock from your hat, and cast
it on the sod: It will take root, and flourish still, tho' under foot 'tis trod.
When the law can stop the blades
of grass from growing as they grow.. And when the leaves, in Summer time, their verdure does not show.. Then, I will
change the color I wear in my cabbeen: But, till that day, plaze God! I'll stick to the Wearing of the Green!
But
if, at last, her colors should be torn from Ireland's heart Her sons, with shame and sorrow, from the dear old soil will
part; I've heard whispers of a Country that lies far beyond sea, Where rich and poor stand equal, in the light of
Freedom's day!
O Erin! must we leave you driven by the tyrant's hand! Must we ask a Mother's blessing, in a strange
but happy land, Where the cruel Cross of England's thralldom never to be seen: But where, thank God! we'll live and
die, still Wearing of the Green!
Farewell! for I must leave thee, my own, my native shore, And doomed in foreign
lands to dwell, may never see thee more: For laws, our tyrant laws, have said that seas must roll
between Old Erin and her faithful sons, that loved to wear the green.
Oh! we love to wear the green, Oh! how we love the green, On native land we cannot
stand for wearing of the green, Yet wheresoe'er the exile lives, tho' oceans roll between,
Thy faithful sons will fondly sing "The wearing of the green."
My father loved his country, and sleeps within her breast, While I that would have
died for her, may never be so blest; Those tears my mother shed for me, how bitter they'd have been
If I had proved a traitor to "The wearing of the green."
There were some that wore the green, who did betray the green, On native land we
cannot stand thro' traitor to the green, Yet whatsoe'er our fate may be, when oceans roll between,
Her faithful sons will ever sing "The wearing of the green."
Remember Father Murphy and Emmett that was brave, Not forgetting Dan O'Connell,
that now lies in his grave, If those heroes were alive, boys, their country they'd redeem,
And shortly have the union back once more in College Green.
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One blessing on my native Isle! One curse upon her foes While yet her skies above me smile Her breeze around
me blows Now, nevermore my cheek be wet Nor sigh, nor altered mien Till the dark tyrant I regret The Wearing
Of The Green
Sweet land! my parents loved you well They sleep within your breast With theirs, for love no
words can tell My bones must never rest And lonely must my true love stray That was our village queen When
I am banished far away For The Wearing Of The Green
But, Mary, dry that bitter tear 'Twould break my heart
to see And sweetly sleep my parents dear That cannot weep for me I'll think not of my distant tomb Nor seas
rolled wide between But watch the hour, that yet will come For The Wearing Of The Green
O, I care not for
the thistle And I care not for the rose For when the cold winds whistle Neither down nor crimson shows But
like hope to him that's friendless Where no gaudy flower is seen By our graves, with love that's endless Waves
our own true-hearted green
O, sure God's world was wild enough And plentiful for all! And ruined cabins were
so stuff To build a lordly hall They might have let the poor man live Yet all as lordly been But heaven it's
owngood time will give For The Wearing Of The Green
The Wearing Of The Green song lyrics and guitar chords
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