The Wearing Of The Green — текст песни (Judy Garland)

Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that`s going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick`s Day no more we`ll keep,
His color can`t be seen,
For there`s a bloomin` law agin`
The wearing of 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;
They`re hanging men and women there
For wearing of the green."

Then since the color we must wear
Is England`s cruel red,
Sure Ireland`s songs will ne`er forget
The blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your hat now,
Cast it on the sod,
But `twill take root and flourish still,
Tho` under foot it`s trod.
When the law can stop the blades of green
From growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summertime
Their verdue dare not show,
Then I will change the color that I
Wear in my canteen;
But `till that day, please God, I`ll stick
To wearing of the green