Lyrics to The wearing of the green
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- Lyrics to The wearing of the green
- Boucicault, Dion, 1820-1890
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- Songs and music -- Ireland ( lcsh )
- The lyrics to a traditional Dublin street ballad, as used by Boucicault in his play Arrah-na-pogue.
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- Title supplied by cataloger.
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- University of South Florida Library
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- University of South Florida
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- Resource Identifier:
- B16-014 ( USFLDC DOI )
b16.14 ( USFLDC Handle )
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[Lyrics to The wearing of the green]
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Title supplied by cataloger.
The lyrics to a traditional Dublin street ballad, as used by Boucicault in his play Arrah-na-pogue.
v Songs and music.
t Dion Boucicault theatre collection.
O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground! No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' 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 For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green." "So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod. When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.
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