The Wearing of the Green
The Wolfe Tones
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*********************
The Wolfe Tones - You'll Never Beat the Irish
lyrics:
At the Siege of Limerick
Patrick Sarsfield won the day
but they Irish they were cheated
when his army went away
Queen Ann and her successors
forced on us those Penal Laws
denying the rights and liberty
of religion lands and property
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
diddlily i dle do di diddly idle de
Then came the three mad Georges
and they had us nearly fooled
they couldn't speak the lingo
of the countries that they ruled
puppets of the ascendancy they kept the Irish down
and the rebels and the whiteboys had
their armies on the run
And You'll never beat the Irish
no matter what you do
you can put us down and keep us out
but we'll come back again
you know we are the fighting Irish
and we'll fight until the end
you know you should have known
you'll never beat the Irish
Then famine Queen Victoria
came to rule us by and by
she was on the throne so bloody long
we thought she'd never die
she presided over hunger
famine poverty and disease
she drove the people from their home
to their deaths or to land beyond the seas
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
diddlily i dle do di diddly idle de
All Across the 19th century we fought oppression
with great zeal
O'Connell spoke his blarney
for emancipation and repeal
Young Ireland and the Fenians
tried with dynamite and gun
Parnell, the Men of Sixteen died, then Michael Collins
had them on the run
You'll never beat the Irish
no matter what you do
you can and put us down and keep us out
but we'll come back again
you know
we are the fighting Irish
and we'll fight untill the end
you know you should've known
You'd never beat the Irish
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
diddlily i dle do di diddly idle de (x2)
It is Well with My Soul