The Wearing Of The Green Lyrics - 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