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Oh Paddy dear did and you hear the news that's going round, the Shamrock is forbidden by law to grow on Irish ground. No more St. Patrick's Day we'll keep: his colours cant's be seen for there's a cruel law against the wearing of the green. |
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I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by hand and he said, "How's poor old Ireland and how does she stand ?" She's the most distressful country that every yet was seen for they're hangin' men an' women for the wearing of the green. |
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And if the colour we must wear is England's cruel red let it remind us of the blood that Ireland has shed. Then pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod and never fear, 't will take root there, tho' under foot 'tis trod. |
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When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow and when the leaves in summer-time, their colour dare not show then I will change the colour, too, I wear my caubeen. but 'till that day, please God, I'll stick to wearing of the green. |
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