Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
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The news that's going round?
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The shamrock is forbid by law
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To grow on Irish ground!
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St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep,
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His color can't be seen,
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For there's a bloomin' law agin'
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The wearing of the green.
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I met with Napper Tandy
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And he took me by the hand,
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And he said, "How's poor old Ireland
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And how does she stand?"
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"She's the most distressful country
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That ever yet was seen;
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They're hanging men and women there
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For wearing of the green."
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Then since the color we must wear
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Is England's cruel red,
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Sure Ireland's songs will ne'er forget
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The blood that they have shed.
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You may take the shamrock from your hat now,
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Cast it on the sod,
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But 'twill take root and flourish still,
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Tho' under foot it's trod.
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When the law can stop the blades of green
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From growing as they grow,
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And when the leaves in summertime
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Their verdue dare not show,
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Then I will change the color that I
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Wear in my canteen;
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But 'till that day, please God, I'll stick
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To wearing of the green
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The Wearing Of The Green
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| Judy Garland |
