The Wearing Of The Green
Orthodox Celts Lyrics

Oh. Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's goin' round?
Hey Paddy, have you heard the latest news going around?

The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground.
By law, the shamrock is forbidden to grow on Irish soil.

St. Patrick's Day no more will keep his colour can't be seen
We can no longer celebrate St. Patrick's Day and the color green is not visible.

For they hangin' men and women for the wearing of the green.
People are being hanged for wearing green as a symbol of Ireland's struggle for independence.

I met with Napper tandy and he took me by the hand.
I met with Napper Tandy and we shook hands.

He said: "How's dear old Ireland and how does she stand?"
He asked, "How is Ireland doing and what is its current state?"

She's the most distressful country that you have ever seen
Ireland is the most unhappy and troubled country.

For they're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green.
People are being killed for wearing green, which is a symbol of resistance.

They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green.
The authorities are executing people who protest against the British using the symbol of the color green.

And if the colour we must wear is england's cruel red,
If we have to wear the color red that represents England's oppression.

Shure Ireland sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.
Irish men will never forget the sacrifice they made to fight against oppression.

You may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it down the sod,
You may throw your hat away and abandon the shamrock.

'Twill take all root and flourish there, tho' underfoot 'tis trod.
The shamrock will still continue to grow and flourish even if it's trampled underfoot.

My father loved his country and sweeped from in 'is breast,
My father loved Ireland with all his heart.

But I had one they died for her must never soul be blessed.
But I betrayed my country, and my soul will never be at peace.

Most tears me mother shad for me, how'd bitter they had been,
My mother cried the most tears for me, and they were bitter tears.

But I had proved the traitor for the wearing of the green.
I betrayed my country by supporting the fight for freedom.

And if at last our coloured shirt be thorn from Ireland's heart,
If England finally strips Ireland of its cultural identity.

Her sons would shame and sorrow for the dear old my wound heart.
Ireland's sons will feel the pain and sadness of losing their cultural identity.

I hear the whisper of the land that lies me on the sea,
I feel the call of the land that lies beyond the sea.

Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day.
A place where every citizen is equal, and freedom is for everyone.

Oh, Ireland, must believe you driven high from tyrant's hand,
Ireland should believe that it will rise from the tyranny of England.

And see come mother's blessing from the strange and distant land,
Ireland should look for blessings from other countries besides its own.

Where the cruel cross of england shall never more be seen,
A place where the oppressive symbol of England (the cross) will never be seen again.

And in that land we live and die still wearing Ireland's green
In that place, we'll continue to wear green, as our symbol of resistance and freedom.