Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WEARIN' O' THE GREEN, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "o paddy dear, an' did ye hear the news that's goin' round?" Last Line: "and where, please god, I'll stick to wearin' o' the green" Subject(s): Freedom;ireland;patriotism;st. Patrick's Day; Liberty;irish | ||||||||
O PADDY dear, an' did you hear the news that is goin' round? The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground; St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep; his colors can't be seen: For there's a cruel law agin' the wearin' of the green. I met with Napper Tandy, and he tuk me by the hand, And he said, "How's poor ould Ireland, and how does she stand?" She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen: They are hangin' men and women there for wear- in' of the green. An' if the color we must wear is England's cruel red, Sure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed. Then pull the shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod, And never fear, 't will take root there, though under foot 't is trod. When law can stop the blades of grass from grow- in' as they grow, And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show, When I will change the color, too, I wear in my caubeen; But till that day, please God, I'll stick to wear- in' of the green. But if at last our color should be torn from Ire- land's heart, Her sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will part: I've heard a whisper of a land that lies beyond the sea, Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day. O Erin, must we leave your driven by a tyrant's hand? Must we ask a mother's blessin' from a strange and distant land? Where the cruel cross of England shall never- more be seen, And where, please God, we'll live and die still wearin' of the green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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